#soft sakura

[kingkatsuki]

Suo would literally be the best and worst wingman once he finds out that Sakura has a crush on you.

Teasing him by making up things just to see his reaction.

“I heard she likes guys with slicked back hair.”

So suddenly Sakura is rushing out of Pothos and buying and using hair gel for the first time to try and push his messy two-toned hair away from his forehead.

And it has Nirei asking “How do you even know that?” as he pulls his little notepad out to the pages he has for Sakura as he goes to make a note of it.

“I don’t.” Suo would just give him a sly smile.

But the very next day Sakura is feeling self-conscious as he sports his new hairstyle. He spent far more time than usual getting ready this morning, and an exorbitant amount of hair gel with his hair now slicked back off his forehead. It has Suo smiling into his teacup when you immediately notice his new hairstyle and tell him that he looks really handsome, which leaves Sakura turning red all the way down to the tips of his toes.

“So you were right— she does like guys with slicked back hair?” Nirei whispers to Suo when you sit down beside Sakura in the booth at Pothos.

“No,” Suo hums, “She just likes Sakura.”

[kingkatsuki]

This art had me thinking of doing a Photo Booth with Sakura for the first time.

Just thinking about Sakura, who hates having his photograph taken for anything because he remembers being a kid and having it taken for classroom attendance, so all the other kids used to make fun of his picture when it was stuck up on the wall.

There isn’t a single selfie or photograph of him on his phone, his gallery completely void of any images apart from a few photos of his omlette rice, Risa-Chan and the selfies and photos you always send him of your day or the cute things you see. He has auto-save on for everything you send.

So of course he freaks out when you ask him whether he wants to do a photobooth with you when you’re out on an arcade date, seeing the little machine in the corner as it strikes you that you still don’t have any photos with Sakura despite the fact that you’ve been dating for a lil while now.

He reluctantly agrees, but it’s only because the gruff “no” he virtually shouts at you the first time you ask makes your face drop and it hurts his chest seeing you so upset. So he’s shouldering into the tiny booth with you after, and you tell him that you’re gonna have to sit on his lap because there’s not much space in there and he’s BLUSHING.

And he has no idea how to pose or where to look as he practically glares into the lens of the first one, fighting the urge to hide his face behind you as the second flash happens just as he gets distracted by how cute you look smiling into the camera. The third photo happens just as you turn to look at him, and you catch him completely off guard in the fourth when you lean over to cup his cheek and pull him into a soft kiss.

After when the photos come out he’s looming over your shoulder to look down at the strip, not even seeing himself as he’s completely enamored by how pretty you look in every single photo. Feeling the heat flood through him again when he gets to the bottom one and sees you kissing him like that.

“Can I keep this?” He murmurs, and the sweet way he asks has butterflies tickling your chest as you smile up at him. Telling him that you can rip it in half, or do another strip if he wants.

And he’s never stuffed his hands in his pockets to fish some more coins out so fast in his life as he tosses them into the machine to do another round so you can both have a copy.

He’s more prepared for the photos this time, and he tries his best to keep his focus on the flashes but when it gets to the fourth he notices that you haven’t turned to pull him into a kiss like you did on the last one. And it makes him pout with frustration because he wants a photo like that, it was part of the reason he got back into the booth with you in the first place—

But this time he’s the one grabbing your face, his large hand grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he catches you off guard as he pulls you into a rough peck, practically smashing his lips against yours as he squeezes his eyes shut as he sees the flash blare out through his eyelids. And now it’s your turn to feel your body heat up, because Sakura has never openly showed you that much affection in such a public place.

So as you wait for the second strip to print, you’re snatching it before Sakura even has a chance— because you definitely want this one.

[kingkatsuki]

Giving Sakura your phone number, but he thinks it’s because you want to fight him.

So when you organise a date he thinks he’s getting ready to go and throw hands, but when he gets there he sees you wearing the prettiest sundress with sandals and he’s so confused—

[kingkatsuki]

Part of me feels like Sakura always takes sex so seriously. He overthinks everything — from questioning if he’s doing a good job to whether he’s satisfied you enough. The stories he hears when his friends are gathered round a table on Pothos, speaking so freely about their sexual exploits, talking about some of the strangest kinks that have Sakura blooming deep crimson all the way to the tips of his toes only serve to make him even more insecure as he wonders whether he’s really enough for you.

But you show him that sex doesn’t have to be something you take so seriously— that it’s meant to be fun. He doesn’t need to try and play into some kind of role or keep himself completely pent up until you’ve cum twice. That you like when he loses control and cums first, because it shows exactly what you do to him. Making him laugh as you’re sucking his cock, while he looks down at you between his thighs with half-lidded eyes as you press chaste open-mouthed kisses against his flushed cock. 

That it’s okay to laugh and joke during intimacy, that he doesn’t need to force himself to be something he’s not. That you don’t need penetration to get each other off— dragging his cock between your slick folds as the swollen underside of his cockhead catches your clit with each forward motion. Grinding against him until he’s spilling warm ropes of cum along his abdomen. Giggling at the way his eyes roll back and your name comes out as more of a messy jumble of syllables as you lean down to kiss him.

It’s okay to take things easy, and discover what you both like. Encouraging him to send you videos or photographs of positions you’d like to try (videos he almost sends in the group chat by the way) as you learn more about each others likes and dislikes.

Discovering that you don’t need to cum to enjoy intimacy. Cuddling together as you tug your pants down just enough to feel for his half-hard cock, dragging it between your folds to make him cockwarm you and you snuggle together, falling in and out of consciousness. (Although he still insists on making you cum anyway— and if anyone asks it’s definitely not because you look so pretty when your lashes flutter and your mouth parts in a near constant whine).

But most of all— it’s okay not to think, just do.

[kingkatsuki]

Literally though CNC with Sakura and he breaks at the first line of dialogue you’ve scripted in your head because you say “my boyfriend wouldn’t be very happy with this—”

And he’s like “boyfriend? But I’m your boyfriend😟”

[kingkatsuki]

Sakura’s shoulder getting wet to protect the cat tells us everything about his character honestly🥺

[kingkatsuki]

I also wanna ruin Sakura but wholesomely? You get it. 😂

I can't help but imagine that when you do kiss him, not even make out yet, he instantly cums in his sweats. He's nervous as hell and embarrassed until you reassure him, "Oh, sweet Haru. It's okay! Let me help you, scoot to the end of the bed...mhm, just like that. Can't let any of this go to waste. By the way, you can cum as many times as you want, I don't mind." 😵‍💫

Ahhh but it’s not his fault! It’s all that stress and tension that’s built up inside him in anticipation of this moment—

His friends have been the biggest culprits for making him feel worse. Sounding more excited for him and his first date than he is, and it only gets worse when he secures his second and then a third.

Constantly asking questions about where you’re going, what you’re doing, if you’ve kissed yet. It puts this unbelievable stress on his shoulders because it has him thinking— did you want him to kiss you? Neither of you had tried on your previous dates, and you’d made no indication it was something that you’d wanted to do, and yet his friends seemed certain that by the third date he should’ve received at least a peck on the cheek.

It had him anxious for your fourth date. Tense and nervous as he sat opposite you in the quaint pastry cafe that you’d picked out as he tried to maintain his focus on the pain au chocolat that sat in front of him, but his tummy felt far too queasy for sweets.

And it’s only made worse by the fact that you notice his tension, and you take it as thinking that he doesn’t want to be here— you’ve been so patient and kind with him on the previous dates until now. Understanding why his cheeks were flushed crimson and his hands were sweaty when he handed you a drink, rubbing his palms furiously on his jeans to try and dry them as he begged his beating heart to cease.

But he doesn’t expect to enjoy the kiss as much as he does— and it’s barely a peck. His body responding as his hips stutter and he soaks his boxers with warm spunk, the shame and embarrassment floods through him as he wonders what the fuck he’s going to tell his friends when you call this whole thing off. Except, you don’t— telling him that it’s okay, and that you like that he responded in that way because it shows how much he cares, and now it leaves him wondering how good a make out session would feel—

[kingkatsuki]

Can you imagine when Sakura gets more comfortable with texting and he starts to learn about emojis and stickers what an absolute menace he would be?

He’s using them to communicate more than actual words as though it’s easier, and he ends up trying to find one that fits every single message he sends you.

But each night without fail he always sends you a goodnight text, except he never actually says the words he just leaves you a singular red heart emoji before you fall asleep.

And one day when you’re sitting beside him, you see your contact name in his phone and beside it is a big red heart that you didn’t place there when you added your number in his phone— which means Sakura must have done it.