"Try not to squirm too much with my dick inside you okay?"
pairing: Streamer!Gojo x Streamer!reader summary: Best friends with benefits with the popular Streamer Gojo Satoru, aka CryoKnight Contents: smut, riding, consensual Exhibitionism, secret public sex in front of viewers, cockwarming, fluff with smut a/n: First fic here on tumblr, please ignore how rushed the backstory is, the smut popped into my head and I completely forgot abt the backstory, whoops. Also, I would love suggestions! mdni Long Intro! Skip the backstory if you just want the smut Enjoy!!
Background: You and Gojo have been friends since college. The two of you met during freshmen orientation and immediately clicked. Satoru and you were inseparable so it should be no surprise that the two of you moved in together in junior year to a off-campus apartment. In senior year, Satoru got into gaming. I mean, he's always kind of loved gaming, especially with you laying on his bed while watching him play some popular shooting game. When you suggested he should start streaming, he took your advise without questions and did as such. It might've been from how ridiculously good he was at gaming, or maybe it was his astonishing face card, nonetheless, he immediately got popular. His fanbase was almost cult like. With guys wanting to know his settings and framerate to girls tweeting how good he looked in a compression top.
By the end of senior year, Satoru was making bank. Sponsorships from multiple companies wanting him to play their games, energy drink brands wanting to collab with him, and he even started competing/ winning tournaments for money. As the proud best friend you were, you threw a big party for him. His and your friends come over and almost had the police called on you for the loud music. You and Satoru drank shot after shot while your guests did the same. The vibe was going great until the next day. Not only was the whole apartment trashed with glass bear bottles, tequila bottles, and balloons that had come down from floating all night, but you also woke up in Satoru's bed naked. Memories came flooding back to the both of you. How you held onto him, nails digging into his back while he pounded into you hard enough for his bed frame to hit the hall, leaving a bent as evidence of your intimate night. But the both of you decided to move past it, agreeing that it was a drunken mistake on both of your parts. Luckily, it didn't ruin the friendship, though it was awkward for a couple of days after that...
But one thing was for certain, Satoru couldn't have done it without you. So, as a thank you, Satoru asked you to move to LA with him after graduation. He had been given the deal of a lifetime. Iris Apex Force wanted to sign him as a official player. IAF was one of the biggest and best gaming clans there were. It was said that if you signed with them, you were set for life. But as a condition, he had to move to LA. Plus, there would be more work opportunities for you in LA too than in your little hometown. In the end, you agreed.
Once in LA, you tried to find a job, but none of them stood out to you. So, when Satoru suggested to try out streaming with him, you agreed, just like how he had agreed to your 'crazy' idea in college. You kind of knew it would be difficult to make it big as a female streamer. But to your surprise, fans and creators welcomed you with open arms. Satoru's fans weren't that bad, at least not the twitter users, and the other female streamers would consistently invite you to stream with them. You grew your own fanbase, mostly full of girls who looked up to you and woman who enjoyed how open you were about life.
You and Satoru would stream together all the time, leaving you fans wondering what your relationship was. Messages would flood the comment section of any video where the two of you appeared together.
"They're just friends!" "You guys need to leave them alone." "Cant a guy and a girl JUST be friends anymore?"
What fans didn't know was that you and Satoru had been hooking up. It first started with the move to LA. The both of you were lonely and decided to go out to relieve some stress. Guess where you ended up? Back home with your lips were pressed up against Satoru's as his tip kissed your cervix. In the morning, Satoru proposed a deal with you. (Best) Friends with benefits. Nothing more and nothing less. Both of you agreed that you didn't want to end your friendship, but it was obvious you two had a physical attraction towards each other as well. So the only solution that seemed right at the time was to continue being best friends while hooking up every once in a while. Which turned into every month.. Then every two weeks... Then every week... Then... Well, let's just say it had come to this.
Present Day: The blue glow of Satoru's triple-monitor setup spills across his face, a stark contrast to the low lighting in his room that carves sharp shadows along the clean line of his jaw. He’s doing his streaming routine. Checking that his donation and sub alerts work and making sure that his new stream overlay won’t glitch out like the previous one.
After making sure that everything is working properly, he turns his attention to his lovely best friend who is laying on his bed. God, you look so good, right where you're supposed to be: on his bed
Then a thought comes into his brain like a lightbulb. The thought alone makes his dick twitch in his grey sweatpants. His mind races as he thinks about how to propose the idea. Should he just be up front about it? Or maybe tease you a little? Or should he take the serious route and try to convince you? Sure they have flirted, kissed each other on the cheek, hell, Satoru even calls you babe on camera, but this? They've never done anything this risky in front of the camera. But it’s the risk alone that excites him and sends a pulse to his lower half.
Satoru feels his heartbeat fasten as he shifts in his seat, adjusting his sweatpants with a sharp wince. “Babe… could you come here for a second?” He asks with pleading eyes. Immediately you know he’s up to something. You roll your eyes with a groan. The pain of leaving your comfy little blanket nest dwells on you, but you walk over to him nonetheless.
“Whats wrong? Some wrong with the stream?” You ask as you put your hands on his desk to take a closer look at his screen. Suddenly, you feel two large hands on your waist. Without permission he gently pulls you back straight onto his lap, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
Your eyebrow lifts up, but before you could question him, you feel something pressing against your ass. “Satoru! You’re seriously hard right now? Right before stream?” You're surprised no doubt. I mean, what did he see or think to get even like this? Especially right before such an important comeback stream after his vacation.
You felt as he opened his mouth, sinking his teeth into the soft skin on your shoulder, not too hard, but hard enough to leave a light mark. He turned his head up as it rested on your shoulder to face you eye to eye “Wanna do something fun?”
There it was. That devilish smirk that was always plastered on his face when he wanted to try out a new kink of his. Last time it involved a quickie in his office at the IAF headquarters.
“Ride me.” He said in a whisper as his hips lifted up to rub against your ass.
“Right now? When you're about to go live?”
“They won’t know.” He immediately replies, as if he knew you would be somewhat skeptical. “Please? I’ll be good, I promise.” This time his tone changed. From teasing to pleading. Begging to be in you, to be held by you, to be loved your best friend. Whatever, back to his fantasy.
“So, what’d you say babe?” Satoru’s smile is innocent, as if he isn't begging to be in you discreetly while his viewers watch. You roll your eyes again, this time with a smile because you know that part of you isn't completely against the idea either. It’s not like they’re going to see anything against TOS. So just like last time when he wanted to fulfill one of his many sex fantasies, you agreed. Satoru sees as the smile grows on your face while you try to avoid eye contact with him. “Is that a smile I see? Am I sensing a ‘yes’ to my idea?” He teases as he cups your face with his hand, forcing you to face him directly. “Come on y/n, you know you wanna try it too. And if you hate it, I’ll turn off face cam.”
You bite your lip before speaking. “Fine.”
As soon as you agree he swiftly pulls down your shorts and his sweatpants and boxers. His hands tremble slightly as he moves your lacey white panties to the side as he guides you down, every nerve lighting up the instant he feels you. A rough groan escapes from his chest, muffled when he bites into your shoulder again, easing you down into his thick cock inch by inch.
“Fuck… You always feel so good…” His body shivers as you finally feel his tip come into a hilt once it touches your cervix. “So deep..” You moan out in a whisper. “I know baby, I know.” He whispers against your lips before closing the distance between you two with a passionate kiss.
Once you break apart, he lets out a sigh before his trembling hand reaches out for the mouse. “Alright, I’m going live now. Try not to squirm too much with my dick inside you okay? I wouldn't want anyone else to see you like that.” You nod, trying to regain your composure as he finally presses the ‘Go Live’ button.
Chats flood in as always from viewers.
Getting My Rank Back (w/ the wonderful Y/username) #IRISAPEXFORCE IRISAPEXFORCEOFFICIAL: THE KING IS BACK WhyAmIyoure: Why am i here XxX_unicorn_Core_XxX: CRYO MY GOAT Abigailswife: OMG you’re back!!!💜 SimpForSatoru: damn someone needs to pay the bills again huh? GivenFan36_: 💜💜💜 Agent47: Y/username is here to??
You snap back to your regular smiley self, trying your best to stay still while sitting on his cock and not give it away to the viewers.
"Hi Satoru's chat! I'm just here to kinda read chat and donos for him since he needs to focus on getting his rank back. You guys know how he is, the dumbass if always missing donos." You say in your usual optimistic voice as if your best friend’s cock wasn’t twitching inside you. This was nothing new to viewers. Sometimes, you would be in the background of Satoru’s facecam just laying on his bed. But the stakes were higher now. If anyone caught on, both of you would undoubtedly face backlash if they ever knew what the two were doing just out of frame of the camera.
Satoru grins at the camera, trying to project an air of calm confidence, even as his hips twitch upwards, seeking more of that sweet friction inside your warm velvet walls.
After a few minutes, a chatter spends some points for Satoru to flex his muscles. The chime plays and as if he were a secret agent, he flexes an arm subtly, the bicep popping. He's wearing a loose tank top, it's clear he's packing muscle underneath. His free hand rests high on your thigh, thumb brushing maddeningly slow circles against your soft skin.
As you watch, he feels your silky walls clench around him. He smirks, knowing how much you love watching his muscles. Too bad you can’t bite his bicep like you always do. The scent of your hair, the heat of your body pressed close. He sucks his teeth, trying to ease the building pressure in his groin.
Satoru sets his jaw, determined to push through, to not let his carnal urges derail his climb back to being number 1. But god, it's hard, with every slight shift sending sparks of pleasure racing up his spine.
"Almost there, chat," he grunts, sweat beading at his hairline. "Gonna win this round, trust."
Except, he's not winning anything. He's barely staying afloat, a hair's breadth away from drowning in sensation. And god, he wants to just let go and pound into you relentlessly.
The chat explodes with more comments about his odd behavior.
SatoruSitOnMe: is it just me or does Satoru look like he could bench press y/n??👀 xXJettMainXx: bro lock in, you can't focus for shit😂 SimpForSatoru: Wish I was on his lap, she’s living the dream fr GivenFan36_: What r we playing 🤔 Donation (DylanWasyoure): $100 — dw man, I'd also lose my shit if y/n was sitting on my lap😂
"Hmm lets see..." Your eyes scan the chat trying to distract you from the fact he’s bouncing his leg every once in a while, his dick swirling inside you time and time again. But you desperately try not to move in his lap, not wanting to feel the pleasure of his stirring your insides. "Well, they all seem to be simping for you." You say laughing before continuing.
"Thanks for the 100$ dono from DylanWasyoure, 'don't worry man, I'd also lose my shit if y/n was sitting on my lap'" You say, half confused with a smile on your face. "Oh my god guys stawp" You draw out the last word for comedic effect, clearly being shy on purpose to play into it.
"I'll take it as a compliment, so thank you Dylan." You raise your hand to your mouth, kissing your palm then blowing on it to throw the viewer a kiss through the camera.
Satoru felt a strange feeling at your action. Maybe some possessiveness?
Satoru's hand slides up your thigh, his fingers dancing along the hem of your panties before dipping beneath it. His touch is feather light, but it's enough to make you gasp. Enough to make your clench around him.
His eyes flick to you, taking in the flush of your cheeks, the way your lip is caught between your teeth in order to not moan. He can see the effect he's having on you, the way your body trembles and shivers with his cock deep in you. It spurs him on, makes him want to push you harder, to make you fall apart completely.
"Fuck, baby, you okay?" he asks, voice low and concerned as he glances at you from the corner of his eye. But there's a glint in his gaze that shows his true intentions. He wants to tease you. Make you come undone in front of thousands of viewers to show them that you're his.
His fingers travel to your clit, circling it with a maddeningly slow, teasing touch. He keeps his eyes on the screen, acting like he's focused on the game, but every ounce of his attention is on the way your body responds to him.
"But yeah, guess I’m a lucky guy huh Dylan?" he says, voice strained as he fights the urge to start thrusting, to pound into your perfect cunt until she's screaming his name.
The chat continues to scroll, oblivious to the dirty dance happening right out of frame.
"Y/N I think you missed a dono." he says teasingly, clearly knowing you're about to lose your mind.
You turn around to look at him, only this time your eyebrows frown, clearly annoyed and surprised at his sudden touch. But he only grins cockily before turning his attention back to the game.
"Of course, let me see..." You force a smile on your face as you turn your attention to the screen with a chat that is too fast to read.
Mayb3Ka!ley: I love your bangs today! Donation (FuzzySoxk): $80- I have a crush on my friend and now I can't stop thinking abt her!! How can i not let myself give into my lustful thoughts abt her! I'm only asking you bc I cant imagine having such a beautiful hg and not catching feelings. Any advise? imJustyoure: this game is shit GuestRoom238: when will u play roblox again SimpForSatoru: Please sit on me please sit on me please sit on me please sit on me please sit on me please sit on me PrettyLittleLiarXoXo: I heard that Satoru was a playboy in college, is that true??
"Oooo this guy is looking for some advise chat, lets help him shall we? Thanks Fuzzy for the dono! `I have a crush on my friend and now I can't stop thinking abt her. How can i not let myself give into my lustful thoughts about her. I'm only asking you because I cant imagine having such a beautiful homegirl and not catching feelings. Any advise?'" You laugh, sending vibrations throughout your body.
"Well, first of all thanks for the compliment, and second, go for it man! If she's giving signals of liking you back of course." You talk as calmly as you can as he continues to tease your clit under your skirt.
"But you didn't ask me did you?" You turn your neck again to face Satoru. "So, let's ask the man himself shall we?" You smirks as you roll your hips in a circle, his cock buried deep inside you, only this time, it’s spilling out pre-cum.
Satoru's breath catches in his throat as he feels your hips roll against his, your walls clenching and rippling around his aching cock. He grits his teeth, fighting the urge to grab your hips and force you to ride him, to take what he so desperately needs.
But even through the haze of lust, he can't ignore your question. He has to answer, has to give the chat what they want. Even if it means admitting the truth - that he's been struggling with his own feelings for his best friend, his roommate, his partner in every way but the one that matters most.
He clears his throat, trying to focus on the game for a moment, but it's impossible to ignore the way your body molds around him, the way your scent fills his nose and clouds his senses.
"Well, man," Satoru starts, voice rough and strained, "if she's your homegirl and she's giving you all the signs, then I say go for it. Life's too short to hold back."
He looks at you as he says it, his gaze intense and searching, and he sees the way your breath hitches, the way your eyes widen at the implication of his words.
"Sometimes... sometimes you just have to take what you want, consequences be damned," he finishes, his voice a low rumble that resonates through his chest.
And with that, he can't hold back anymore. Satoru’s hips surge upwards, his cock driving into you with a force that steals the breath from both their lungs. He sets a pace just right to satisfy him but to not give away their situation, pounding into you with all the pent-up need and desire he's been harboring for months, maybe even years.
His hand on your thigh tightens, claws digging into the soft flesh as he pulls your harder onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt in your welcoming pussy. After ramming into you, his hand flies over the keyboard once more, trying to keep up with the game, but his eyes... his eyes are glued to the way your tits just slightly bounce with each thrust, the way your back arches as you try to keep up while also trying to keep a straight face.
You lean forward on his desk to be out of camera view. While the chatters can't see your face, you bite your lip hard enough for it to bleed. You'd rather die than let out a moan right now. Satoru chuckles, loving how you're responding to him and his thrusts. "What's wrong y/n? Chat want's to see you..."
Satoru teases as you look back at him, your lips silently mouthing Asshole... before responding. "S-sorry chat! Just give me a sec, I think- I think I dropped something." Surprisingly, you managed not to moan, but did stutter quite a lot as he pounded into your
You let out a deep sigh as you try to fix your face as if nothing is happening. You lean back up, letting the viewers see your face again. Only this time, your face is more flushed and your eyes have a different look to them. You seemed desperate, needy. Then as if god himself was hearing your pleas, a timer goes off..
"Chat, it's been an hour so you know the deal. Satoru will take a quick break. Maybe when he comes back he'll finally manage to rank up." You managed to get out, your tone might seem nice to the viewers, but to Satoru, it sounded like she was demanding him to mute the mic and put on the stream screen overlay.
MaybeRoXie: girl turn on the ac, your face is so red rn GivenFan281: Awww man DylanWasyoure: yeah cause rn hes playing like shit rn ImJustAPuppy238: imma go prepare a snack Xx_Dynamite_xX: bruh im leaving
Satoru grins wickedly at your strained voice, loving the way your tone wavers and your face flushes. He can see the desperation in your eyes, the hunger that mirrors his own. The anticipation spurs him on, only making his cock grow and harden more.
"Alright chat, you heard my girl. We gonna take a quick break, hydrate, stretch. I'll be back in 5, ready to secure that rank," he says, voice strained but steady.
It's a risk calling your that now, especially on stream, but he's too horny to care. As soon as he puts on his stream 'be right back' overlay and mutes the mic, he pulls you onto his lap fully, and captures your lips in a bruising kiss. He kisses you like a man starved, like you're the only thing he needs to survive. His hands roam your body greedily, squeezing and caressing every curve, committing each dip and swell to memory.
"Satoru... you really think you'll be ready in 5 minutes?" You tease, your voice breathy as you loop your arms around Satoru's neck, fingers playing with the short white hairs at the nape of his neck as you gaze up at him with a coy, challenging smirk.
Satoru's breath hitches as he feels your arms wrap around his neck. The heat of your body, the softness of your fingertips, the challenge in your eyes, it's all too much. He's already painfully hard, his cock throbbing almost violently inside your pussy that is coated in both of your combined juices. The way you're looking at him, with a mix of defiance and desperate need, it sets his blood on fire.
"They can wait. Right now, I need to cum in you.” Satoru lets out a desperate growl. With a swift motion he picks you up bridal style and carries you onto his bed all while still inside of you, scared of losing the heat of your pussy.
As soon as he lays you down, he sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with all the pent up need and desperation he's been feeling for the past hour. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and stifled moans. He can't hold back, can't rein himself in. Not with the way you're squeezing him, milking his cock like you were made for him.
"Ngh! Oh god, Satoru!" You scream out, your voice raw with pleasure as you clings onto him desperately, your nails digging into his back. "I'm... I'm so fucking close... Keep going!" You practically sob, your hips bucking wildly against his as you chase your rapidly approaching climax.
Satoru captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your whimpers and gasps of pleasure as he fucks your harder, faster, chasing his release. One hand tangles in your hair, tugging gently as he tilts your head back to deepen the kiss. The other hand slides down your back, claws digging into the flesh of your ass as he pulls you harder onto his cock.
Your inner walls clench and flutter around his pistoning length, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as he pounds into you relentlessly, stroking that spot deep inside that makes stars explode behind your eyelids.
"Quickly, please..." You gasp out between ragged moans and whimpers, your body trembling and shaking you feel yourself on the brink of release. "I... I don't think I can hold back much longer... Ah!" You cry out, your head thrown back as a particularly deep thrust sends you over the edge.
Satoru feels your body go rigid in his arms, your nails digging into his back surely leaving red marks behind as you try to cling onto him desperately. Your raw cries of pleasure spur him on, driving him to fuck you silly. Satoru can feel his own release barreling toward him like a unrailed train, unstoppable and overwhelming. But he's determined to make you come first, to feel your shatter in his arms before he allows himself the luxury of succumbing to his own pleasure.
"Fuck, Y/N… That's it, baby. Come on my cock, let me feel you fucking soak me," he commands, his hand sliding down to your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, fast circles. His voice a dark, commanding rumble. He hammers into you with a pace that shakes the bed beneath, the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and furniture hitting the wall echo throughout the room.
“I’m close, so close Satoru- Ngh…” You manage to whimper out as you finally reach your climax. Your pussy twitches and aches as Satoru leans down, his teeth finding the sensitive spot on your neck, biting down just hard enough to make your gasp. Only this time, he suckles and bites, leaving a mark, a brand that proclaims his ownership over you.
With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside your pussy, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he starts to fill your womb with white strings of cum. “Y/N, fuck… I love you.” Satoru says with a clouded mind as his hips jerk, pumping load after load of hot, thick cum deep enough to make you feel full.
Satoru holds onto you tight as he rides out the aftershocks, his softening cock still nestled inside you, keeping his seed deep within. He presses his forehead against yours, your sweat-slicked skin sticking together.
Satoru holds you close as you tremble in his arms, your body wracked with the force of your climax. Both of you try to regain your breath for a few minutes. After, Satoru finally pulls out, looking down at the mess he made out of you seems to make you even more beautiful.
"You're staring." You say with a smile before lifting yourself up by your elbows and kissing him, one of your hands resting on the back of his neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss.
After breaking apart from each other, both of you simply stare at one another. Both of you know that you’re feeling something deeper than just sexual attraction towards one another, but neither of you want to be the first one to say it. The tension is growing day by day. It won't be long until one of you explodes from the yearning you’ve had for each other.
Suddenly, you get shy once you notice that Satoru is literally scanning all of you with his deep blue eyes. "Um... You should probably go back to streaming. I'm feeling tired so I think Imma just take a quick nap." You let out a shy smile, your face blushing.
Satoru's heart clenches at the right of you. The way your cheeks flush a pretty pink that makes you look even more like an angel. He can see the vulnerability in your eyes, the hesitation and uncertainty that mirrors his own feelings. It's clear that he’s feeling something deep, something profound, but he’s afraid to say it out loud.
He certainly can't say it now, not like this. Not with his cock still leaking cum onto your thighs, his heartbeat not yet back to normal. He can't ruin this moment, can't risk scaring you away with a sudden confession.
"You're right, I should start stream again," he says, voice low and warm. "But if you need anything, absolutely anything, just let me know. I don't care if I'm in the middle of a 1v1 or boss fight, just let me know okay?" With a soft smile, he leans in and presses his forehead against yours, breathing in your scent, memorizing the feeling of your skin against his. He lifts a hand to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip.
He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Even if you want me to take you on my lap again. Give the chat a real show this time." Your fist hit his arm lightly before letting out a playful scoff, "You're such a pervert." You joke, turning around on your side and pulling the blanket up to cover your body.
With that, Satoru reluctantly pulls away, tucking himself back into his sweatpants and straightening his hoodie. He walks back to his set up in the corner of his room and sits back down on his chair. He starts the stream again, taking off the screen overlay and immediately starts talking.
"Alright Chat! Break was a little longer than expected but it’s time to lock in! Remind y'all why I'm number one." Satoru says with a confident grin, his chat encouraging him.
You smile as you hear Satoru speak. He's always been more extroverted than you, seeing him be so energized after their lovemaking makes you feel a little proud. You’re just in the frame of the camera in the background. Chat can see you, but not clearly.
NoobAtGames: LETS GOOOO ImJustyoure: lock in Satoru XxLuc!ferxX: where is y/username? SatorusFavSimp: who has ur rank rn LeonTheGreat: please play Cod Donation (AriasSuperFan69): $50- Does Aria have a onlyfans??
Satoru’s lips turn into a slight frown on his face as he hears the computer read out the donation. The audacity some of his chatters have is astonishing, even after he had banned every single person who had disrespected you.
"And you're banned" His tone light but firm before continuing. “Don’t even try to appeal it either cause now I have you on my watchlist.” He says before focusing on the game again.
But even as he plays, even as he brags and jokes and hypes up the chat, a part of him is always focused on you. Wondering what you're thinking, what you're feeling. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, you're starting to realize that what the two of you have... it's more than just sex. More than just friends fucking. His mind keeps drifting back to the feel of your skin, the sound of your voice, the way your body fit so perfectly against his.
Satoru turns his attention back to the game, his fingers steading on the keyboard as he loads up the next match. He’s determined to be at the top of his game, to prove to them, and to you, that he's the best and strongest within the game, and he always will be until he quits. That he's worthy of your, of a chance at something real.
Satoru takes a deep breath, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he focuses on the game. He's ready to dominate, no matter what it takes, he'll secure that rank. He'll show them all that he's the one they want to watch, the one they want to root for.
Meanwhile, you slowly fall asleep as you hear Satoru stream. You're so incredibly proud of how far he's come with his career. Proud that he's been able to succeed at becoming a professional streamer and getting signed to IAF.
As the hours tick by, Satoru remains locked in intense concentration. He's a man possessed, driven by a newfound sense of purpose and determination. With each round he dominates, eliminating each rival with precision, he feels a surge of pride and accomplishment.
As the night deepens and the stream draws to a close, Satoru leans back in his chair, letting out a satisfied sigh. He not only secured his rank gain but he had set a new record. The chat went wild, spamming W’s and emotes, but his mind was only thinking about you
He finally turns off the stream and stands up, stretching like a cat, his muscles flexing beneath the fabric of his hoodie. He feels a sense of anticipation building in his gut, a hunger that has nothing to do with the game or food. He’s going to do it. It’s now or never.
Satoru walks over to his bed, where the woman he just admitted he had feelings for to himself is peacefully sleeping. You sense someone getting in bed next to you, the cold wind waking you up as the person brings up the blanket to cover themselves with it as well.
You slowly open your eyes, a familiar man with piercing blue eyes is next to you, watching as your eyes adjust to the dark room. The same man that you have been best friends with since college. The same man that you’ve hooked up with multiple times. The same man that you have caught feelings for since way before this whole streamer thing but always too anxious to openly admit.
"Did you get your rank back?" You ask in a sleepy tone, scanning his face as he lays beside you. But you already know the answer based on his soft smile.
"Yeah, I did. Secured it with a new world record," Satoru murmurs, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His fingers linger, tracing the delicate curve of your cheek, the softness of your skin.
He inches in closer, noses almost touching as your breaths and scents mix with each other.
"I couldn't have done it without my good luck charm, though," he adds, his voice a low rumble in his chest. His hand slides down to your waist, pulling your body a little closer to his side of the bed.
Satoru’s heart beats rapidly as he tries to get out the next few words. "So, I was thinking," he begins, his hand starting to slowly rub circles on your hip, "since the tournament's over, maybe we could... hang out. Just the two of us. Maybe go on a real date, maybe... maybe give this thing between us a real shot. What do you think?"
Your eyes widened, surprised at his sudden proposal. "Date?" You question, an eye brow raised as you look at him. "Like a date date people go on to see if they want to officially be together?"
A curious smile appears across your face as you move to your side completely in a more comfortable position. Your heart also starts to beat rapidly, but you have confirm that he truly means it and it isn't the adrenalin of winning his rank back simply taking over his mind. "I thought you just wanted to be friends with benefits. Why the sudden change of heart?" You tease before he quickly responds. “I was wrong. I hate being just a friend you hook up with. I want to cherish you. To kiss you in public. To tell everyone about us.”
His response surprised you, your heart clenches as you hear his unexpected genuine confession. You went silent for a minute, causing Satoru’s mind to race. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should've waited? Maybe he- “I'll go on a date with you Satoru." You smile as your hand lifts up to touch his cheek.
Satoru's heart soars at your words, a wide, sincere smile spreading across his face. It's not often he feels this level of happiness, this sense of hope and anticipation. But with you, it's becoming more and more common.
He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as your thumb caresses his cheek. "Thank you Y/n, thank you for giving me a chance. I want to try. I want to give it my all to make you feel loved" he murmurs, his voice low and soft.
Satoru takes both of your hands in his. He brings them up to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles. His eyes never leave yours, holding your gaze with an intensity that deepens the meaning of the gesture.
"I don't want to ruin anything, Y/n. I don't want to make this just about sex, as amazing as it is. I want to be there for you, through everything, the good and bad." He confesses before closing the distance between the both of you. The kiss you shared this time felt different. It felt deep. Tender. Loving. Neither of you were ready for the L-word yet, but maybe, in the near future you’ll be able to let your feelings for each other truly flourish for once and for all.
