haiii im not sure if u write for sakura or not but if u do could u write a gp!sakura x female reader where sakura is playing the game and not paying attention to the reader, so she gets under the desk and starts unbuttoning her jeans and all that good stuff to get her to focus (smut ofc)
if not that's perfectly okay! i love ur yunjin links :3
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✧ genre :: dom!fem!reader X sub!streamer!Sakura
✧ warnings :: vaginal fingering (let me know if i missed anything!!) (!!!THIS IS ONLY AN INTERPRETATION OF THE CHARACTER IDOL’S PLAY AND IS NOT MEANT TO PORTRAY NOR HARM ANY REAL PEOPLE!!!)
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┊ Your gamer girlfriend isn’t paying any attention to you on your 4th anniversary, you’ll show her that there’s more things important than her streams.
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┊ i only recently realized how hard this tumblr thing would be…sorry this is taking long people!! ALSO I LOVEE THE COMPLIMENT!!! TYYY!!
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Your girlfriend was a streamer.
Not just any streamer, a POPULAR streamer.
She had millions of followers across platforms, thousands of unanswered DMs, hundreds of donations, but at the end of the day, only one girlfriend.
With that being said, as much as she loves you, this has become a full time job for her. What that means is that she has less time for you. It’s not that she doesn’t want to be spend time with you, because she absolutely does, but with all the meet and greets, streams, events, editing videos, etc. she never has time!
Usually you don’t mind and tend to be fairly understanding about her schedule. But today was a little bit different.
See, today is your 4 year anniversary as a couple and you’ve been begging her all day for attention, but she’s been telling you all day that you can celebrate later since she had a stream inconveniently planned today.
And she couldn’t just forget her job, could she?
Right now, you were sitting beside her legs like a dog, head lazily laid on her lap, eyes fluttering due to your boredom. To be honest, it was beginning to make you physically tired. Watching from your spot on the floor beside her desk, cheek pressed against the warmth of her thigh through a blanket. Her gaming chair was angled just enough that you could see the way her tongue slightly stuck out in concentration, the way her fingers danced across the keyboard like she was playing piano instead of whatever shooter had her locked in tonight. The glow of her dual monitors painted her in shifting blues and reds, as you absentmindedly traced the designs of the blanket with your thumb.
You sat down there since if you rose any more, the camera might see you. Her fans don’t even know about you yet. There’s speculation that she’s dating someone, but it isn’t exactly confirmed, just simply hinted at.
You glanced up at your girlfriend, her face reflecting an expression of pure concentration and focus. The way her hands flew across the keyboard with so much ease, it could only come from years of practice and playing experience. Your mind began to drift to think of filthier thoughts you loved and hated at the exact same time.
“What if those fingers were inside me”
No. You can’t. You shouldn’t. Right?
But on the other hand, she is missing an important day. It’s for the anniversary after all, you feel as if you deserve it after being neglected all day. Right?
After what felt like hours, you finally lifted your head from her lap. She noticed the movement but didn’t necessarily think anything of it. Yet.
You moved yourself to crawl under her desk, body perched looking up at her.
The part that’s shocking you is that she looks like she couldn’t care less. She was still completely immersed in whatever game she was playing. The game was so loud inside her headphones that you could hear the music flooding outside of the headphones slightly in a quiet muffled remaster.
You continued forward, only wanting her attention as if it was some sick addiction you couldn’t desire more. You slipped underneath the blanket that sat atop of her lap, taking in the view of her black running shorts as they were pulled down, your finger hooking into them as you brought them down.
It was around then when Sakura finally started to notice what was going on, kicking your arm away, thinking you were just playing around.
Once her shorts were down to her ankles, you hooked your fingers into her panties, those coming down in one smooth motion as well. There it was, her beautiful pussy. And there are many people on this earth that could only dream to see it, but the truth is that at the end of the day, it’s there for only you to see.
“Uh—sorry, chat, just—uh—” She swallowed hard, knuckles whitening around her mouse. You could see the exact second she decided to roll with it, her instincts kicking in as she forced out a laugh. “I thought I heard my cat knock something over. You know how it is.” Her cover up was honestly honey-smooth, but her free hand dropped below frame to smack your shoulder in warning. You answered by running your fingers gently along the lips and folds, slowly giving her a tease before the real fun began. She obviously noticed, letting out a nervous giggle as you began.
Finally, to get her started, you stuck one finger in. You noticed the way she paused her sentence to let a sharp inhale at the sudden penetration. You kept it there, simply letting your fingers rest while she adjusted.
She tried to keep her act up. She started interacting more with the people messaging in the chat to stifle her noises. Hoping for anything, just anything that could take her mind off of the stimulation.
This all changed when you added the second finger, however. And once you let her adjust?
That’s when the real fun started.
The moment stilled, her breath hitching mid-sentence, fingers freezing over the WASD keys as your fingers curled inside her just right. The chat scrolled obliviously on her second monitor, a waterfall of emojis and all-caps reactions to some headshot she’d landed moments before. Sakura’s thighs tensed around your wrist, her knee bumping the underside of the desk with a thud that made her wince.
You began pistoning into her in a “come hither” motion that rubbed deliciously and delicately right into the spot where she needed it most.
Sakura's breath hitched again, a sound that would've been lost in the game's sound if not for the way her chest rose and fell sharply. You watched her hands work as she swallowed, her grip on the mouse so tight the tendons stood out like a piano player’s. The chat exploded with confusion and disbelief when she missed an easy shot, her fingers fumbling over the keys like she'd forgotten their layout.
"Y-yeah, no, I'm good," she lied to her audience, voice bright as a neon sign despite the way her hips jerked into your hand. As mad as she seemed about it a second ago, she was awfully desperate.
You could feel her trembling now, the heat of her core radiating through the air and atmosphere of the room. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, trapping your wrist in a vise of smooth skin and desperate friction.
The corner of her mouth twitched as she leaned closer to the mic. "Chat, I swear if one more of you asks if I'm distracted—" The sentence dissolved into a gasp when your thumb found her clit, circling just hard enough to make her toes curl in her socks. Her knee knocked against the desk again, sending a cup of pens clattering to the floor.
The moment Sakura's head tipped back against her chair, her collarbones rising like a bowstring drawn taut, you knew she was done for. Her fingers slipped off the keyboard entirely, nails digging into the armrests as her hips rolled against your hand in tiny, frantic circles. The game audio blared from the headphones that had fallen off a second ago, some announcer shouting, but all you could hear was the wet squelches of her core as you continued to push your fingers into her, the desperation of her breaths, and the muffled squeak of her chair as she squirmed.
"Fuck," she muttered quietly, her free hand darting to mute her mic a second before she came, but she didn’t even get the chance. You felt it first, the clench of her around your fingers, the way her whole body stiffened like she'd been electrocuted, then saw it in the tremor of her thighs, the way her toes curled so hard her socks stretched.
Before she even had the chance to react, her orgasm came crashing over her in an intense wave of extreme overwhelming pleasure. It came with a noise, starting as a moan then slowly fading into a whine near the end of it. You continued to finger her and rub her clit simultaneously, trying to get her high to continue for as long as possible. Her liquids covered not only your fingers, but also other parts of your hand, dripping onto the floor.
Then, as suddenly as her high started, reality came crashing back. Her eyes flew open, pupils blown wide, just in time to see the chat losing its collective mind. The second monitor was a blur of "????", "wtf", and “are u ok?” as viewers caught the way her shoulders had jerked, the way her mouth had fallen open into that unmistakable O. So many had clipped it already, you could see the notification pop up in her Discord. Sakura made a noise halfway between a laugh and a sob as she frantically alt-tabbed to a pre-recorded gameplay clip.
By now, it was hard for her to even think about hiding it, let alone actually hiding it. Her brain was working overtime to even try and, It was then and only then, during her post-nut clarity that she had realized that she just came in front of thousands of people.
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