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It was Suguru’s recommendation. The guy had insomnia and told Satoru that ASMR was one of the things that helped give him the push his body needed to really drift off to sleep. While Satoru didn’t have sleeping problems per se, he was not opposed to trying things that could make him drowsy and less likely to spend hours scrolling through his phone only to find that it was already 3AM.
Suguru: check this guy out
Suguru: i have a feeling youd like him
Satoru makes a vague hum out loud as he clicks on the link that Suguru texts him. His phone screen loads as it is redirected to his YouTube app. As the video buffers, the title and the channel’s name also pop up: “Whispering Random Words ASMR to Help You Fall Asleep” under the name of “Pink ASMR”.
Satoru judges his friend’s knowledge of Satoru’s preferences because this seems like something he would not like. But then again, the two of them have quite similar tastes.
The video finally loads and it opens with a boy looking eagerly at the camera. The camera is focused only up to his broad shoulders and there is a microphone by his chin. As his channel name suggests, indeed, Satoru sees a full head of pink on the boy.
“Good evening, everyone.” The guy whispers, extending the last syllable and Satoru pauses the video to grab his earphones stuffed carelessly in his bag.
His white earphones are stuck in a loop that Satoru has to summon every fiber of patience in his body (which isn’t much, surprise surprise) until he has it fully untangled. When he picks up his phone, there is a new message from Suguru.
Suguru: are u watching him yet
Satoru: yea just got my earphones
Satoru: pink hair guy
Suguru: text me back once ure done
Suguru: :)
Dismissing the peculiarities of his friend, Satoru resumes the video he paused.
“Are you ready for bed tonight?” The guy whispers, eyes never leaving the camera and he brings up his hand to stroke his fingers on the fuzzy mic cover. It creates a muffled noise that scratches some part of Satoru’s brain—or ear.
The pinkette seemingly pauses and looks at the camera with an expectant gaze, then he nods slowly, “I see, I see. You’re having trouble falling asleep, yeah? Well, let me help you.”
“Tonight, I’m going to be whispering random words that I asked you all to leave in the comments of my previous video.” He says, his hand leaving the screen and halting the microphone stroking. Satoru is undecided whether he misses the sounds it made.
The pinkette’s eyes trail down offscreen and there is a sound of rustling paper, “You guys left a lot of words. I had to pick some out because we are trying to keep this channel family friendly.” He laughs then, it is a breathy chuckle that crinkles the sides of his eyes and shows the slightly sharpened tips of his canines.
Satoru has not moved an inch. His eyes follow every movement and every detail that 720p could give him.
The pinkette looks up at the camera again, “Oh, why don’t you get comfortable? Lay back and relax.” He repeats the last word over and over in the same breathy whisper over the mic. His hand comes up again and this time he cards his fingers through the fuzzy mic cover in time with him saying “relax”.
Satoru’s eyelids droop ever so slightly. But he readjusts his position and just as the guy says, Satoru makes himself comfortable on his bed. He draws his comforter over his body and snuggles himself on his pillow, lying down on his right side, eyes glued to his phone.
The pinkette stops his repetitions and gathers the papers again. The crinkling sounds it makes gives Satoru slight tingles running through his spine.
“Okay, our first word is,” The pinkette pauses as he gets nearer to the microphone, “Intellect.” He says, making sure to add sharpness to his T’s. The tingles in Satoru’s spine increase.
The boy repeats the word a few times, his eyes never leaving the camera. Then he says another word, “Coconut.”
His breathy and raspy whisper paired with the clickiness of the consonants makes Satoru’s eyes droop. But his phone vibrates, telling him about the weather tomorrow, and the spell breaks.
If he could curse a weather app right now, he could. But instead, he sighs inwardly and looks through other videos by Pink ASMR.
“ASMR Plank Until Failure” is another popular video by the boy and the thumbnail shows a muscular body in a planking position dressed in a tight, black compression shirt. Satoru immediately clicks on it.
“Hi, everyone.” The boy whispers, extending the last syllable. He is lying on his stomach, the microphone propped near his chin again. His biceps bulge deliciously as his arms are supporting his weight.
“It’s been a popular trend recently in ASMR where the artist will plank for as long as they can and I figured I would give it a try since I also do planks for my workouts. So, let’s see how long I can last, yeah?” The boy says as his introduction and the video immediately cuts to him getting in position for his forearm plank, the microphone tilted slightly to where the boy’s head is.
“Timer starts now, I guess?” The boy chuckles to himself, more breathier than usual and Satoru can’t hold back his own lewd thoughts. A timer pops up on the top corner of the screen.
The view is amazing. The camera is pointed slightly diagonally at the boy’s muscular body. Satoru’s eyes scan through the strong biceps that bulge from the planking position and cannot help himself from noticing that the pink-headed boy’s waist snatches inwards, in contrast with his broad shoulders. The boy is also wearing gray sweatpants but the angle makes it so that you can’t really see the rest of his bod—
Suguru: so? are u enjoying yourself? :)
Satoru clicks his tongue and swipes the notification away. He’ll respond to it when he’s done. Done with what? Satoru is not so sure.
A minute in and the pink boy is not showing any crack in his endurance. Every once in a while, he will talk to the microphone or try to lift his head to make eye contact with the camera or to something offscreen.
But after nearly two minutes of him planking, he starts saying, “Ah, I guess two minutes really is my limit.” He announces, voice in a strained whisper.
Satoru feels slightly empathetic. He has done planks before for school and two minutes is a long time to hold a plank. In his PE classes, it surprised Satoru himself when he could hold two min—
“Ahh,” The pink boy groans, his voice now slightly above a whisper. It reveals a deepness in his natural voice that Satoru could not catch if he was whispering.
“Mm,” He starts whimpering. Whimpering. The boy’s form starts loosening as well, as if his body is starting to give up.
“I wonder, ngh,” He starts to say, his voice leaking out of the usual ASMR whisper, “if I can go for at least three minutes?”
Satoru’s eyes break away from the boy and up to the timer in the corner. It’s been 2 minutes and 33 seconds already.
“Ahh,” The pinkette groans again, “I can curse in YouTube videos, right?” He chuckles, but laughing makes it difficult and the pinkette groans again.
“I feel like, ugh,” He readjust his position a little bit before proceeding, “I have a stitch running down my tummy, you guys.”
Tummy, he said. That’s so cute, Satoru coos in his head. His hand fists the comforter, acting like a lifeline, as he eagerly watches the video.
“Is it three minutes already?” He lifts his head and looks offscreen. Satoru’s own eyes travel upwards and see 2 minutes and 46 seconds.
“Fuck,” The boy hisses and it immediately sends jolts up his spine. Satoru is positively hooked by this point.
“Mm, I’ll count down, yeah? I think three minutes is enough for me, ahh.”
This is so lewd that Satoru wonders why this is still on YouTube. To think that the pink-haired boy also mentioned about keeping his channel ‘family friendly’ and yet he has this video up.
Satoru’s body reacts, as well. Whimpering and groaning and almost borderline moaning in his ear is definitely getting him hard.
“Ten, nine,” He starts counting, his head lifting every once in a while to look at something offscreen.
His breaths are short and his natural voice starts leaking out, “Eight, seve—mmm,” He whimpers, readjusting his arms.
“Six, five, four,” He continues.
Satoru feels like he’s holding his breath, the hand fisted around his comforter is travelling down, down, down.
“Three, two, uhh, please,” And he breaks his plank and lays flat on the floor with his chest heaving up and down in gasping breaths.
Satoru’s hand is over his boxers now, stroking languidly at his erection.
When the pink-haired boy collects himself, he props himself up and grabs the microphone. Then he reaches over to adjust the camera height.
“This is a short video, sorry to disappoint guys.” He chuckles into the microphone and his eyes close in mirth.
“I’ll definitely try to get to three minutes next time. Ah, I mean, if there is a next time.” He says in a questioning tone, “Let me know if you liked this video everyone! Make sure to subscribe as well, if you still haven’t.”
Satoru leaves the full-screen mode and does just that, he clicks immediately on the “Subscribe” button next to the channel name.
“Once again, this is Yuji and I will see you next time. Bye!” He whispers the last word a few more times before the screen fades to black and the video ends.
Satoru: i like him
Satoru: yuji huh
Suguru: cute isnt he
Satoru: yea im gonna sleep now
Suguru: sure u are
Suguru: :)
Satoru: ╭∩╮( ＾◡＾)╭∩╮