꩜ — COOL GAMERS ARE INTO ROMANCE
tags ꩜ 3.4k words ， nerd n gamer gojo ， fem reader ， explicit sexual content ， hyper-fixations? ， uh inexperienced gojo ， domestic fluff ， smut ， satoru has a high libido ， possessive (but trying not to be) ， acts of service ， emotional constipation ， praise kinks ， kinda voice kink? ， switch gojo ， overstimulation | part one
taglist ꩜ @nightmarenyxx @spectranix | general taglist
notes ꩜ hi this is part two of my hcs. i don't write smut so this is experimental ， thank all for 168 of you. chinese numerology tells me to celebrate so i have to. enjoy this ， sorry that i have a nerd fetish and this is all over the place
gamer!satoru who had the most obvious crush imaginable except you. it wasn't really because you’re dense, but because you’re delusional. It’s hard having a crush on a person who’s dense, but it’s harder having a crush on someone who’s smart enough to weasel their way out of the conclusion that someone likes them. thank god that’s over with.
gamer!satoru who accidentally starts measuring time based on when you'll be online. he swears he isn't waiting for you. he's just coincidentally opening Discord every seven minutes. and yes, he knows your "last online" patterns. and yes, he knows tuesdays are the days you disappear for longer because of classes. and yes, he noticed you stayed up until 3:41 a.m. yesterday. that doesn't mean anything. it means absolutely nothing.
gamer!satoru who becomes violently competitive around your attention. not your affection. attention. affection is scary and truthfully, not something he can want without letting go of his restraints yet. attention is manageable. if you're in vc with him and another guy joins? suddenly satoru is performing. he's funnier. louder. more knowledgeable.
he's also infinitely, or tries to be, more entertaining. the guy says something mildly funny. satoru says something funnier. the guy mentions Elden Ring. satoru starts discussing obscure cut content from version 1.00. the guy says he likes computers. satoru starts talking about Linux. nobody asked.
gamer!satoru who gets excited whenever your interests overlap. but even when they don't, when you mention liking one thing, now he essentially has it as a special interest. he's researching it. watching videos. reading wiki pages. not because he likes it. because you like it.
the second you said you had started playing Elden Ring, and enjoyed it, he nearly died.
gamer!satoru who keeps finding excuses to dm you. the problem is he already talks to you. so he can't manufacture reasons easily, and technically he doesn't need to. he's your boyfriend. you're his girlfriend. which means his excuses become increasingly stupid. "did you know Steam changed their UI?" then ive minutes later, "actually never mind it wasn't Steam," two hours later, "okay it was Steam."
gamer!satoru who absolutely cannot hide when he's jealous. not possessive, satoru doesn't understand how to be possessive. doesn't want to either. because when you're a guy like him who has been handed everything good in the world, you start realizing guarding things excessively just does more damage than not. oh and he's seen way too many Am I The Asshole Reddit posts. he's not controlling either. just, visibly annoyed.
you mention some guy, any guy, and he immediately asks "who's that?" pathetic and humiliating question. he buries himself in his own grave the moment he starts asking follow-up questions.
gamer!satoru who confessed like he's trying to diffuse a bomb. you still make fun of him for it. he can argue with strangers online. he can trash-talk entire lobbies, which he has denoted that ability to being in call of duty lobbies whne he was twelve. you called him a loser for it. he can debate game mechanics for six hours. but confessing? my god.
gamer!satoru who spends the first month after getting a girlfriend in a state of genuine disbelief. you chose him. voluntarily. repeatedly. every morning he wakes up and remembers. every time you call him handsome, every time you call him boyfriend, every time you text first; he experiences the emotional equivalent of a Windows error sound. because somehow the pretty girl he spent months orbiting around actually likes him back. and despite acting like the cockiest man alive, gamer!satoru never really gets over how lucky he thinks that is.
gamer!satoru who develops a habit of sitting way too close. not even intentionally. you're on the couch, the L-shaped, comfortable leather satoru got as a nifty hand-me-down form his mother. it's an entire couch; a whole couch. yet somehow he's pressed against your side like the furniture is running out of space. when you point it out he just goes what? as if he isn't practically occupying your lap like it's annexed territory.
gamer!satoru who absolutely (still) backseats games. not because he's annoying, or at least he doesn't try to be that. it's jsut because he genuinely forgets you're experiencing things for the first time. "go left," "stop," "what?" "i want to explore," "yeah but there's a sword over there,” "you already know where everything is," "well obviously."
gamer!satoru who learns your favorite snacks. this one is annoying, because now every convenience store trip becomes: "[name] likes these"—he's accidentally become thoughtful. it's humiliating.and the much more unhinged habit he formed now: gamer!satoru who physically cannot shut up about you around his friends. suguru notices immediately. because even if suguru knew gojo satoru was an annoying piece of shit, he could tolerate it. now he's unbearable—maybe it's because suguru's single now. "[name] said this," "[name] likes that," "[name] thought this was funny," suguru is ready to kill him by week two.
gamer!satoru who loves voice calls even after you're dating. especially after you're dating. because before? calls meant i want to spend time with you. now? calls mean: i miss your voice. and he's somehow more pathetic.
gamer!satoru who secretly adores being your boyfriend. this is the thing. everyone expects him to be cool and effortless and confident. and he is, in that insufferable way. until it comes to you. now he isn't, in that same insufferable way. because dating you turns him into the biggest loser imaginable. you call him handsome? he's thinking about it for three days. you call him smart? he's bringing it up next week.
you say, "i'm proud of you," and suddenly this grown man is staring at the ceiling at 2 a.m. replaying the sentence in 4k resolution. the worst, or best, is when you call him capable. this is why gamer!satoru has the funniest and most useful skill imagine. satoru who casually says: "i can probably find that," and then somehow does. need a pdf of a textbook from 2008? found. need a fan translation of a japanese guidebook? found. need a deleted tumblr post from 2017? found. need an obscure Minecraft mod that vanished from the internet? found. and normally he wouldn't go to these lengths just to find something lost on the internet, even if he does love lost media. but you praise him once and blood rushes to his head, and maybe somewhere elsewhere during other times.
gamer!satoru who one day realizes something horrifying. he used to think his favorite thing was gaming. then he starts dating you. and now his favorite thing is actually just doing literally anything with you nearby. or you, in general. maybe just you.
gamer!satoru who emulates games that haven't been sold since 2006. satoru who has spent an entire evening troubleshooting ps2 emulator settings. not playing. troubleshooting. satoru who owns games legally but still pirates them because "the DRM is annoying."
and gamer!satoru who teaches you all of this, first because he physically can't stop himself from telling you everything and anything that he knows about, then because at some point you actually started caring about whatever he was talking about for yourself. satoru squeezing your cheeks with his hands whenever you ask a repeating question, because you're too cute to punch and he's too antsy to shut you up with a kiss.
gamer!satoru who now lets you touch all his stuff from idiotic to actually useful. a raspberry pi he forgot about. three mice because he's convinced they're different. a drawing tablet he bought for exactly one project. his Steam library with 700 games, 650 untouched.
gamer!satoru who loves parallel play. one of the most realistic nerd traits ever somehow. your lips twitched into the most knowing smile when you realized what was happening each time you went to each other's place. because even if you've learnt that he's a nerd as his friend, you realize he's worse than you thought as his girlfriend. you aren't even doing the same thing. you're drawing. he's modding Skyrim. three hours pass. nobody talks and it's the perfect date.
gamer!satoru who probably jokes in such a way that makes you want to punch him in the throat, but a little bit too affected for you to not want him to stop. this has plagued his mind for too long.
gamer!satoru who really likes the smell of your neck. it's mostly a texture thing, probably. you have a soft neck, and he's seen you lather on lotion touching every surface body part you have. he likes other parts too, but he physically can't resist burying his face between the plane that connects your shoulder with your neck.
gamer!satoru who treats the tenth time you’re actually in his room as his girlfriend—not just in the same house, but in the inner sanctum of his multi-monitor setup—like he’s prepping for a speedrun. gamer!satoru who spent the last twenty minutes subconsciously clearing his desk of empty cans, hiding his messier GitHub project notes, and closing his browser tabs so you don’t see the "how to be a normal human being" Google searches from three months ago.
gamer!satoru who is experiencing physiological lag. he’s sitting in his ergonomic chair that costs more than his first car, you’re on the edge of the bed behind him, and the static electricity in the air is worse than any high-ping lobby he’s ever dealt with. he’s trying to play something—just to keep his hands busy, just to pretend he’s not shaking out of his skin. he’s misclicking. he’s whiffing inputs.
"Toru, you’re dying every thirty seconds," you point out, your voice right at his ear.
He freezes. His hands hover over his keyboard, the one he spent ¥96,500 on and swears up and down sounds different from every other thocky keyboard he has, the cold blue lights reflecting in his glasses. "I’m... testing the game’s difficulty spikes," he lies, his voice cracking just a fraction. He’s not testing anything. He’s trying to figure out how to transition from "gaming with you" to "being with you" without his brain blue-screening.
gamer!satoru who realizes that real-life stakes are infinitely higher than a ranked ladder. in a game, he can alt-f4. he can restart. he can blame the server. but you’re right there, and the way your hand rests on his shoulder is sending a signal directly to his nervous system that he has no protocol for. he’s calculating the physics of how to turn around, how to move, how to touch you without making it weird. he has nothing.
it's not like you're a prude or he's a prude. you've kissed. you've made out. you've probably touched a little higher than you should, but satoru's never even copped a proper feel at you—not because he's a prude! he just doesn't wanna scare you. that's all.
gamer!satoru who turns his chair around, his expression caught somewhere between the cocky smirk you’re used to and a panicked, wide-eyed mess that you somehow think is an equally hot look on him.
"I think..." he starts, voice a whisper and rougher than it ever gets on your typical Discord calls. He's looking at your lips, then back to your eyes, then they dart around your entire face without looking at the two of those features. At all.. "I'm a bit tilted. Help me out here? I’m... I’m really fucking struggling at this."
He’s practically holding his breath, waiting for you to lead, for you to take the controller out of his hands. It's the one of many pathetic things Satoru has let you do to him. He does not mind at all.
gamer!satoru who gets all quiet because you're the one nuzzling into his neck first, and you're the one who sinks down onto his lap, pressing your heat against his. it's not a secret that satoru has never had a girlfriend before, something he just took as a fact of life because romance is just not as important in his life than so many other people. it's also not a secret that he's a virgin, a fact that suguru and ieiri has made fun of extensively several times before.
he was practically overheating in his skin when you started kissing him until his head knocked back against the detachable cushion of his chair. he barely made out your name before you took his breath and forced a very wanton grunt from him. he whined too. you don't want to know how dazed his expression was when you dragged him to the bed.
gamer!satoru who despite being an inexperienced fucking mess—not that you yourself are that experience either—somehow manages to kiss the air out of your lungs and trail the most agonizing feather-light kisses down your chest like he's been doing this for as long as GitHub has been a thing. gamer!satoru who accidentally says the smoothest shit to you and then acts like nothing is wrong while you're practically soaking your own self.
gamer!satoru who lets out the filthiest groan the first time you sink down on him because holy shit you grip like a vice. it's funny how he is, was, constantly looking for 'immersion' (whatever that means) in games, and somehow he's finally found it in the way your skin feels and how you look when you're only looking at him. gamer!satoru probably hit himself on the head a few times because he thought he should've done this a while ago instead of being as terminally online as he is.
gamer!satoru who genuinely gets addicted to you. for multiple reasons that he thinks are so obvious he doesn't even wanna name them (in truth, this is because he's a coward). it's almost mandatory every time he stays over for him to slip it in during your early mornings, murmuring into your ear. satoru has a thing over his sleep schedule, and he somehow wakes up at five a.m. sharp without an alarm, and he gets the worst morning wood.
it's also worth mentioning that he's terrible at dirty talk. because satoru does not do it, and despite the suspicious amounts of (sometimes erotic) dating sims he downloaded and played recently, sitting snug on his Steam library, he has not learnt a single thing from any of them. still, he somehow makes you all warm inside despite his word choice.
You're straddling him, thighs trapping his hips and framing that perfect view Satoru has effectively obsessed over passively since the first time you two had sex. Your pussy is swallowing him, and it's embarrassing how hung Satoru is. You'd expect him to be a five, maybe a six. You don't expect him to be a seven and maybe more when generous.
Satoru throws his head back, hissing when your gummy walls clamp down on him. "Holy fuck," his large hands, gripping firmly on your sides, tightens even more. You can feel his heartbeat from where your palms are resting on his chest, and Satoru himself can feel his heart practically lurching out. A single squeeze from you and he lets out those deep guttural groans yet again. "My heart rate is actually hitting an all-time peak."
The ridiculous sentence doesn't even faze you, because he thrusts once, shallow and not even with effort, just a move to show he's there, and it's grazing your cervix. Your eyes roll back and a whine escapes your vocal cords. You don't really care, but you ask anyway, "Toru, what?"
gamer!satoru who doesn't think in the moment that the sentence "yeah, holy fuck, i feel like i'm overclocking" isn't the nerdiest and most insane thing you could say in bed. why? because he's focused on the fact that a single thrust made you moan that sweetly and satoru treats everything like a bug. so now he's immediately trying to replicate the bug, doing it again and again like he's testing a game mechanic to see if he can trigger the same response every single time.
gamer!satoru who probably has a voice kink. not that he'd ever admit it. you whispering his name or praise hits him with the same chemical rush as hitting a high-level combo or finally debugging some damn website. it's not even funny how many times he's thought about whether you'd agree to phone sex.
and he wants to hear you all the time, to a point where it's nearly exhausting. if you get quiet, he starts asking, in that voice that makes your already-gone panties drop, something like, "what are you feeling? tell me." he treats your reactions like real-time telemetry data.
gamer!satoru who asks you to cockwarm him right while he works on some useless automation script, because your cunt is just way too good to let go. it's technically not his fault, because you give a man who's never eaten candy Willy Wonka's chocolate, what did you expect from him? not get addicted? no fucking way. he absolutely has to be buried inside you until you're whining into his shoulder to move or he himself will go crazy.
gamer!satoru who constantly narrates his strategy when talking to you, in bed or not. he could have your legs pinned up on his shoulders and pounding into you relentlessly, and he could still go, "i noticed you didn't like it when i did that last time, so i adjusted the sensitivity. better?" an unbelievable man. it's incredibly clinical and slightly jarring. until he loses his composure or you whine to him about shutting the fuck up and to stop overthinking.
gamer!satoru who gets irrationally excited when you ask for help, not because you need him, but because you trust him. big difference. you ask him to explain something very casually and suddenly he's sitting up straighter like a dog hearing a treat bag.
eventually, he accidentally became your personal IT department. at first it starts with your headphones not connecting; then you ask him why your laptop is weird and overheating despite nothing going on in your task manager (everything is going on), and by the time he thinks he's had a break from your always-breaking electronics, you tell him your printer is acting funny. he immediately cuts you off by saying he's not fixing your printer. five minutes later, he's fixing your printer while complaining the entire time.
though, it's worth it every time because gamer!satoru knows (which is dangerous; gamer!satoru knowing is something that should be paid close attention to) you get nicer and clingier every time he fixes something or helps you with something. if it's not the most brain-melting praise, it's you looking at him like he's the only man in the world. if he hit the jackpot, it might be you getting down on your knees and taking him in with your mouth while he's trying to work on a 3d render at his desk. he cums a lot.
gamer!satoru who genuinely developed some sort of backseating fetish. he literally cannot stop himself from trying to guide your movements, even when you're both naked. this started (subconsciously) the second he realized he knew your body that well now, after way too many encounters where he had his cock buried in you to the hilt. he hovers, his hands go on your hips, and he always ends up whispering instructions like he's coaching you through a boss fight.
"Shift your weight—yeah, right there, don't move."
It is somehow both infuriating and stupidly hot. You guess you have a type in guys.
but when you finally get tired of him backseating and his gentle, almost coaxing words, finally taking control, gojo satoru is completely useless. you pin his wrists down then straddle him further to tell him to follow your pace and he legitimately cannot speak. his hands shake and he if you paid attention enough, you could hear how his voice stutters just a little when he's trying to get his words out.
and despite gamer!satoru being a concerningly high-libido man in bed, it doesn't take away from the fact that ultimately he's a loser. because gamer!satoru has read every guide on the internet about intimacy, the good, the cringe, the unhinged. and he has a secret, password-protected folder on his desktop titled config_v2.docx that is essentially a detailed log of your likes, dislikes, and 'high-score' spots.
because to be honest, cool gamers are into romance. and they probably have a whole folder of how to worship their girlfriend.
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