Satoru watches the way your teeth sink into the plush skin of your bottom lip, so hard he’s almost worried you might draw blood. That doesn’t stop him from skating his fingers up your thighs, just to watch the way you swallow as you try focus on the game.

“Sorry guys, {{user}} sucks at this game,” Satoru grins at the webcam that’s sat atop of his brightly lit PC, his chat flooded with comments about how terrible you’re playing. Your fingers twitch as they move over the neon blue lit up keyboard he sprung for about a month ago when his streams started to really pick up. You’re sat on his lap, playing whilst he talks with his chat, his dorm room quiet save for the sound of his voice and the click of the keyboard.

<< lolol why doesn’t she know how to play if her bf is a streamer ?? >>

Satoru’s lips spread into a wider grin at that, humming from the back of his throat as he gently drags his nails up the side of your thighs under your skirt.

“Guys, just cause I’m good at gaming doesn’t mean everybody’s blessed,” Satoru says to the chat that goes into a frenzy as he flashes his pearly whites.

“Satoru,” you grit out as you shift on his lap, trying to nudge his hands away from you but to no avail, because he just squeezes more firmly. The way your soft skin feels under his palms is so good and he doesn’t really care if he’s streaming with a thousand subscribers watching, leaning back in his gaming chair. Sue him he’s a bit of an exhibitionist.

“Keep going, baby,” Satoru coos with a soft laugh as one hand brushes over the hickies he left on the inside of your delicate thighs last night after spending hours with his head between your thighs. He has to adjust his hips slightly, glad they’re out of frame so his subscribers can’t see the way he’s straining against his jeans.

“Wow, look at that we almost hit 2k viewers,” he says as he grins. His subscribers love when he brings you on stream — love when you’re wrangling him for his bullshit or just talking with him to the chat and he has to admit so does he.