#ateezff

After that first contact in real time, it all kept evolving further between them. The conversations were even more frequent -if that was even possible-, having the both of them stuck at their screens at the minimum chance a notification popped up in hopes of it being the other's text. And all those messages throughout the day only finished with one good video call at night, being the last person the other saw -even if it was through a screen. Y/n kept thinking the only possibility for what they had was to keep evolving. More messages, more calls... and it all stopped.

She remembered she was confused at first. San usually took no longer than five minutes to answer her messages, and she kept seeing her text at the end of their conversation, marking the end of the chain of messages. First it was hours, later it was days. Whenever she called, her calls were never answered either, and she couldn't help but worry at the thought of something happening to him.

Until she received that notification she knew so well.

Y/n: Hey??

Y/n: ???

Y/n: Are you there?

Y/n: Did something happen?

Y/n: ...

Y/n: Hello?

Y/n huffed while rereading those texts after a few weeks. She never in her life felt like begging for someone to pay attention to her -not even attention, but have the common decency to tell her he didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore. She didn't care what the reason was, she'd have accepted it and moved on with life. But the fact that he disappeared, out of nowhere, but still was active posting his videos made her blood boil. She even went as far as sending him texts back on his page, just in case he'd read them, but it had the exact same response: nothing. He didn't even read them, or at least it didn't show up for her.

"Do you want to cancel your subscription?"

—He can fuck off if he wants —she mumbled, pressing the small "Yes" on her phone screen.

She clearly wasn't going to keep giving him money in exchange for being ignored. She didn't even try to watch the last four videos he posted, remembering how the only thought going through her head was throwing him the heaviest thing she could find.

It was complicated for her. It made no sense, and that made her more furious.

For the first time since she broke up with her ex boyfriend, and after several awful Tinder dates, she finally managed to connect with someone who made her feel comfortable and at ease. Leaving aside the sexual attraction that was evident through texts, she felt understood by someone that she didn't even meet in person -and it wasn't because she didn't want to.

During one of their video calls, Y/n casually mentioned how much she liked walking past Acorn Street whenever she had to, and how it never bothered to move by feet when she knew the destination would make her walk through it. San's answer was automatic, as if he wasn't thinking what he was saying, when he told her he used to walk past that street when he was younger, but how he hadn't been around that area for so long. When her brain clicked all that information together, and dared to ask if he was also living in Boston, he started stuttering, showing off how nervous that question made him and taking longer to nod and confirm it. While she was excited about the news, and mentioned how they could meet in person one of those days, San simply nodded, desperate to change the topic to something else.

That memory made Y/n scoff, convincing herself that that man was no better than anyone else she had met. He wanted the horniness of masturbating with someone, with enough distance so she wouldn't be a burden for him, and she was planning on changing his comfort zone.

—Jennifer —Y/n called her assistant, who entered silently to leave some files over her desk, and was about to leave as she was done—, can I ask you a question? And promise you won't tell anyone?

—Me? —she asked, confused.

Motioning her to close the door and step back inside, she waited for the brunette girl to take a seat over one of the chairs that were in front of her desk. With the type of life she had, she barely managed to maintain any of her friendships, and most of the ones she had were directly connected to her job -so it wasn't like she actually considered them friendships per se-, which left her looking for advice to her poor assistant, that had to keep up with her dramas and rants.

—Let's say that you start talking with someone —Y/n started—, and that someone suddenly disappears as soon as you mention seeing each other in person...

—Well, I don't know... —the girl hesitated for a few seconds, before she finally concluded:— Did you have another failed date?

Y/n's back fell over the backrest heavily, feeling attacked by that question that only reflected the reality of her love life.

—It didn't even get to a date —she whispered.

—Was it an online relationship? —she frowned.

—No... I mean...

Was it?

—No —she denied, confident with her answer—. We were talking for a few weeks, it was all great. But when I told him to meet up in person, he ghosted me.

Jennifer frowned slightly, pursing her lips as she tried to get to an answer with the information that was displayed for her.

—That sounds like he has a girlfriend and doesn't want you to find out.

Y/n covered her lips with four of her fingers, surprised at herself for not ever thinking about that in the two weeks he had left her on a limbo.

—I didn't think of that —Y/n admitted with a thin voice—. That asshole...

—Or maybe there was something he wanted to hide, and he's afraid you'll know if you see each other in person.

That'd also make sense, but what would San be hiding?

For sure he was hiding a girlfriend.

When her father entered her office, both of them were leaning over her desk, trying to speak as low as possible so none of the information would leak through the walls. Your father's eyes darted over your assistant, who moved quickly on her seat to get up and subtly sprint to the door, mumbling an excuse before she left them alone.

—Confessing crimes? —he arched an eyebrow.

—Something like that —she sighed.

—You need to stop using Jennifer as a confessional —her father clicked his tongue, sitting on the same chair her assistant was sitting—. Find real friends and chat with them about those things.

—What brings you here? —Y/n asked, ignoring his advice.

That counter question made him chuckle, seeing himself reflected on his little creation in front of him. There was no doubt that it was indeed his daughter.

—I've had a meeting —he started, tapping his fingers over the glass of her desk that covered half of the wood underneath.

—And that meeting was so bad that you came to my office to let me know you had a meeting? —she tried to guess, lifting both of her eyebrows as she waited for his answer.

—Y/n —her name left his lips with a sedated tone.

—What?

What started as a joke, started to be something that concerned her. She recognized that look in her father's eyes, and it only took her back to a few years back when the crisis in the company was so big that he had to fire ten percent of the employees. It was an awful time for her father, but it was an even worse time for everyone who was left with no income and no job without a previous warning.

She sighed, throwing her head back, hoping it wasn't what she was suspecting.

—Why did you even start hiring people again? —she complained, getting up from his seat.

—It's not as bad as the other time.

—I don't understand. The numbers are positive.

—Yet they're below what we should be making.

—And firing people is your only option? —her hands rested on her hips, over her beige pleated pants.

After Covid, the company almost went bankrupt, seeing some light after all of those people were kicked out of the company and some things changed in the line of production and distribution. She didn't even think they'd be affected by some of the external crises until her father showed up in her office not even five minutes back.

She wasn't going to fire anyone. Only remembering the destroyed faces of the ex employees, while they begged her to keep their jobs -even if she was only her father's assistant in that time-, almost made her throw up. She understood it was part of the responsibility she was willing to take when she inherited the company, but she still hated it. She hated being the one hurting someone else, and being the only responsible to destroy their lives.

—For now, you'll only have to go without two of the members of your team —her father whispered.

Looking through the glass wall, she saw them all sitting on the rounded table, working together, peeking over one another's laptops before they were back to chatting. All of them were useful and needed, how was she supposed to fire two of them?

—If you want to keep earning what you do, you'll need to sacrifice something else —he shrugged—. Every team will be reducing their staff.

—Wait...

Y/n stopped him, stuck at the first thing he said. While her father looked at her, he was aware of the way her brain was probably working. Her eyes raised to the ceiling, with her eyebrows slightly frowned while her hand floated in the air. The slight movement of her fingers hinted at the counts she was probably doing, when she was finally back in reality.

—You mean that if I stop earning the same amount, I won't need to fire anyone —she concluded.

The man, who was resting his elbow over his desk, simply sighed when he caught on where his daughter was trying to take all that issue to.

—If you lower my salary, taking out two of their salaries, I'll still have a fair pay and I won't need to kick anyone out.

—Y/n...

—You always ask me for responsibility, and this is mine —she stopped him before he was able to say anything—. You either take it, or take it. You came with an issue, and I gave you a solution. I can't see what else there is to discuss.

—Are you sure? —he stepped towards her, keeping a safe distance.

—Uh hum —she nodded—. On my side, everything is solved.

San moved around his room, from one corner to the other, scratching his nape while he kept punishing herself for the way he acted, when he should've been studying instead. Y/n was the only girl he was able to talk to with no problems, and he ruined it all by ghosting her because he was the dumbest person alive.

The fear of anything slightly changing between them once they saw each other in person led him to stop answering her texts, feeling guilty when each one of them showed more confusion and disappointment than the previous one.

What if she didn't like him? What if she thought he was a weirdo that didn't deserve her wasting her time on him? She was beautiful, funny, friendly... she certainly had everything, while he thought he didn't have much to give back in response.

And it certainly was too late to ever think of sending her a text, making it more difficult with every day he allowed to pass.

Y/n deserved something better than him, that was for sure.

A loud sound and the sound vibrating made San hurry out of his room, finding Wooyoung on the floor with a chair dropped not too far away from him.

—What the hell did you do? —San asked, walking towards his friend to kneel next to him.

—I hung on the ceiling fan, because I thought it'd be so fun —he replied with irony, sitting with his help—. What the fuck would I be doing? I was cleaning what neither of you wanted to clean, and I lost my balance. And now my arm hurts —Wooyoung whined, holding his folded arm with his other hand.

—Can you move it?

—No —Wooyoung's voice trembled when he tried to, moving it back to the same position it was in.

—Let's go to the hospital —San mumbled, before he helped his friend to get up from the floor.

—I'll go alone —he insisted—. You have an exam tomorrow.

—So? —he replied back, walking towards his room to pick up his wallet, his phone as his keys— The exam will still be tomorrow whether I study or not.

—I mean, duh —Wooyoung gave him a confused look—. It's not up to you, the problem is the result of it.

—What I meant is that I'll take you to the doctor anyway —San answered, pushing Wooyoung gently towards the door—. I'd be too worried about you to be able to concentrate on studying.

—Awe —he felt his cheeks being squeezed by two of his fingers of his healthy hand, almost making him regret ever thinking of looking after him—. You're so caring when you want to.

San simply rolled his eyes, heading towards the lift and holding the door for Wooyoung before he stepped inside as well.

If there was something worse than dealing with his overthinking head, it was dealing with a bored Wooyoung. Every five seconds a comment that made no sense, or a complaint that had been mentioned a few many times, left his lips as he looked for San's attention, trying to get him to distract him while his friend just looked around at the slightest hint that a doctor would look after him and deal with Wooyoung's injured arm.

—Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend? —Wooyoung inquired, kicking his side with his upper arm— I've told you about all of my crushes, and dates I've had since the first year of college, and you didn't tell me about your first girlfriend? It's so annoying, I thought we had something special.

The old lady that sat in front of them right when Wooyoung was towards the end of that sentence gave them a judging look, turning her lips into a thin line as she looked away.

—Perfect, and now you're ignoring me.

—I didn't think it was a big deal —San shrugged.

—Your first girlfriend and it's not a big deal? —Wooyoung sat straight on the chair— I thought you'd die before being able to touch a tit —he admitted, making some heads turn to them—. It's indeed a big deal.

— Well, sorry —San whispered—. I'll tell you everything from now on.

Wooyoung's tongue clicking just warned him he wasn't done.

—I even told you when the German teacher gave me a blowjob in her office —he mumbled—, and you kept to yourself something so simple...

—I'm sorry —San apologized again—. I'll tell you everything that happens with her from now on, alright?

And that would be the announcement that they both were broken up when the time was right.

—Show me a picture of her again.

San knew Wooyoung would go on with that blame chant if he didn't. And it was better to show him a picture, than have half of the hospital looking at them because his friend had no shame.

Scrolling through his gallery, he tapped on some of the "normal" pictures Y/n sent him. He wasn't thinking of saving them, but he thought she looked way too beautiful to just forget about that picture as it disappeared among their texts. It was something he wanted to scroll past out of nowhere while he looked for something random in his gallery. He wanted to keep that smile with him.

—She's pretty —Wooyoung nodded—. I can't understand what she saw on you —he commented out of nowhere, taking San by surprise.

That last comment had San turning to him almost instantly, with Wooyoung being saved by the nurse calling his full name and giving him a good reason to walk away from where they were sitting.

Wooyoung was still right though: San couldn't understand what Y/n could've seen on him to ever feel interested in him.

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.

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.  

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.

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.