*cracks knuckles* Thank you for enabling me @stoicman-wbk
We'll narrow this down to three people for now, just so I don't go TOO overboard. If anyone wants other specific folks, tell me who! I am fairly unpicky when it comes to harems ^^
For this one: Nirei, Kiryu, and Suo :)
These types of things I keep as separate little blurbs, since I want to establish the different relationships... the otome game irl AU would be one exception thanks to the nature of that story
lmk what you think~
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Nirei 📝
Nirei and Sakura are honestly really chaste. They're both pretty inexperienced--especially Sakura. Nirei has notebooks upon notebooks full of journaling he'd done after watching romcoms with his mom while he was growing up, so he has a bunch of things he wants to try, but he's also a little scared to bring them all up at once. Suo's words ring in his head, that it wouldn't be best to push Sakura too far out of his comfort zone too quickly.
So far, they've gotten to a point where they'll hold hands and kiss regularly. Usually at Sakura or Nirei's doorstep, though Nirei beams with pride when Sakura takes the initiative to tangle their fingers together while they're walking home. He has his face turned away, but Nirei can see the flush on his ears, the back of his neck, and feel the heat in his fingertips.
And now... They're in Nirei's bedroom, Sakura's fingers fisted in his collar while Nirei gently showers his face with kisses, blush high on both of their faces. Nirei tucks his head into Sakura's neck to kiss at his jaw, taking mental note of each place that makes Sakura's breath hitch, that makes his fingers twist further into the fabric of his clothes--it's fine if they wrinkle, Nirei has an iron, and plenty of extra clothes if Sakura tears this shirt--and Nirei can feel himself getting delirious with every sound Sakura lets slip past his lips.
And then a dull pain cuts through his lightheadedness. "S-Sakura-san?!"
There are teeth latched to his neck. Nirei feels a shudder run through him with force at the sharp canines digging into his skin, and he watches Sakura pull back, a sheen of saliva on his lips, eyes hazy with a blush high on his cheeks, and he struggles to calm his racing heart when he realizes that this was Sakura trying to reciprocate.
Sakura looks a little sheepish, when he feels Nirei's eyes on him. He averts his gaze. "Was that... bad...?"
"Sakura-san... you're really going to make me go crazy."
Sakura doesn't have time to wallow in anymore self-doubt before Nirei is pulling him back in for another kiss.
Nirei gets to add a few entries to another notebook dedicated to his boyfriend. It's the only one he'll never let anyone else read.
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Kiryu 🌭
Kiryu is a bit of a pushy boyfriend. Maybe it's thanks to all the shy girls he's used to taking care of, but he knows how to lead Sakura through the intricate dance of dating, pushing and pulling him effortlessly.
They're at an arcade for their date, today, and Kiryu drapes himself over Sakura's back, overlaying their arms and hands so he can help Sakura get better at a game, ignoring Sakura's little screech at the contact. Sakura's shaking a little at the soft-spoken advice in his ear, but his score keeps getting higher even as his hands falter, because Kiryu keeps his own steady.
Sakura doesn't get the highest score, but he places in the top ten. At least, he's pretty sure that's the case, because even though his eyes are closed, Kiryu is congratulating him with that lilting voice, lips brushing against the shell of his ear. Kiryu slowly pulls himself away, and he's laughing to himself as he pokes at Sakura's red cheek.
"Sakura-chan, you're so cute."
Sakura glares at him, but there's no real heat.
And Kiryu's voice dips then, to something low.
"I could just eat you."
Sakura's brain fails him. The finger at his cheek brushes his lips for a second, and before he realizes it, his teeth are catching it.
Neither of them breathe for a second. They're frozen, staring at one another, the pad of Kiryu's pointer finger sitting on his tongue.
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Sakura is still flushed from head to toe when Kiryu walks him home. No amount of apologies or justifications could really help his case, though Kiryu assured him a few times that everything was fine. But Kiryu keeps staring at him with an expression he doesn't know how to place when he's not looking at his phone, and it has him on edge.
But he's been stewing for about ten minutes, and they're already at Sakura's door.
Fuck. He doesn't want their date to end like this.
"H-Hey... I'm sorry. For earlier. I really am. I don't... I don't know what came over me." Sakura bows his head, looking down at their shoes. Kiryu's yellow socks are so bright compared to the washed-out colors of his complex. He tries to focus on that, as opposed the silence between them. Apologizing is so... new to him. Is it always this uncomfortable? Sakura chews his lip.
"Sakura-chan," Kiryu chirps, "d'ya wanna do it again?"
His head whips up. "Huh?"
Kiryu has that grin on his face, the grin that usually leads to Sakura being red from head to toe for an indeterminate but long period of time.
And now he's leaning in, slowly pressing Sakura against the front door, a hand creeping up the side of his neck to slowly cup his jaw and another sliding down his side to cup his hip.
"It's okay, so do you want to?"
Sakura's head is swimming. "B-But isn't that... weird? It hurts, doesn't it? Why would you let me do that to you?"
"Plenty of girlfriends bite their boyfriends. Look, I even found a few posts where they talk about it, see?" And Kiryu waves his phone screen in front of his eyes. Sakura can't read the words, doesn't need to when Kiryu's eyes are boring into him, and he realizes that Kiryu looks hungry. "Besides, I could always make it even and bite you back. Do you want that, Sakura-chan?"
Sakura doesn't want to respond, but he knows too damn well that Kiryu will push him until he does. Already, there's a thumb slowly sneaking its way under the edge of his shirt, drawing circles on what little skin it can reach.
"N-Not out here..." he manages.
Kiryu's eyes flash, lips curled up into a feline grin. His hand goes to the door knob.
"Then, where should I start?"
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Suo 🫖
Sakura's room is quiet, save for the ambience of the outside world coming in through the window. There's light kissing the edge of the horizon, blanketing everything with a soft tint of blue. Suo breaths in slowly, closing his eye as he meditates. The chill left over from the previous night is no longer his concern as he pulls his awareness in, like he's shrinking away from the edges of his skin to inhabit only the space of his lungs.
Suo smiles to himself when he hears Sakura shuffle in his futon, mumbling incoherently, though it's suspiciously similar to his name. He takes a deep breath. Reigns in that affection and bottles it up in his chest. Sakura's sleeping now, he's meditating now, he can't just give into Sakura being a little cute.
He focuses so hard on his breathing that he doesn't notice when Sakura drags himself over to Suo's form, not until Sakura's arms settle over the edges of Suo's hips and his cheek presses into his shoulder.
"Sssu... o... Go t'shleep."
Suo doesn't usually button his changshan up all the way when he's sleeping or meditating.--that's usually something to deal with in the later morning, when he puts on his earrings and smooths out his flyaways--so Sakura's words fall wetly on his skin. The morning chill seeps into that spot, and Suo mourns the loss of his concentration.
"I'm meditating, Sakura-kun. You know you can't do this every morning."
Sakura closes his eyes as he nuzzles into Suo's neck. His hair tickles Suo's jaw. Suo suppresses a laugh, trying his hardest to be stern, but Sakura has always been particularly cute when he's sleepy. If Suo opens his eye, he's not sure he'll be able to reign himself in.
"C'me back."
Sakura's body is too weak with sleep to move him, uselessly tugging on him.
Suo opens his mouth to sigh--and yelps.
Did he just--?
Sure enough, Sakura's got his teeth--borderline fangs, with how sharp they are--buried into the juncture of Suo's neck. Suo can't even fully see him despite having whipped his head to the side to look at him, but he's more than sure Sakura looks like a blood-drunk vampire as he gnaws at him. The bite isn't deep--his jaw is slack enough that it's only the points of his canines that make Suo wince.
"S-Sakura-kun," he says, with a breathiness in his voice that's unfamiliar, "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."
Suo brings a palm up to cup Sakura's cheek as Sakura's mouth detaches.
Of course, his meditation time--the biggest example of Suo's discipline--has to coincide with when Sakura is most honest and needy.
But Suo prides himself on his self control, so he just takes a few more breaths.
Sakura bites him again. And again. Chomps sluggishly along his neck. Curls his fingers into his sleepshirt like he's afraid Suo will pull away from him.
Mumbles his name as he kisses his skin.
And whispers, "Suo... please..."
Fuck it.
Suo turns his body so Sakura leans into his chest, tips Sakura's chin up, and presses their lips together. Spreads his awareness back to his extremities so he can feel every point of contact between their bodies.
And Sakura, eyes barely open, moans contentedly into the kiss, leans backward so Suo can press him into the floor and deftly tangle his limbs with Sakura's uncoordinated ones. Sakura's fingers bunch at his collar, pull him in more and more, so greedy. But Suo is greedy, too, when he lets himself be, when Sakura forces him to be, so he presses their bodies as close as physically possible and devours him.
Suo groans softly as Sakura bites his lip, bites his tongue, gently scraping those canines wherever Suo will let him, his hand slowly creeping up to his neck and palming the bites that are sure to leave marks by the time classes start. Suo can't wait to display them when Sakura is fully awake.
They're near enough to the futon that Suo is able to reach for a blanket, covering them as sunlight starts to creep into the room.
Suo pulls away from Sakura's mouth to drag his own teeth along Sakura's skin, the satisfaction of getting to pay him back curling his lips into a smirk as Sakura keens--a beautiful, perfect sound, just for him. Sakura, so pretty and demanding, the expanse of his skin slowly peppered with bitemarks and hickeys as he falls apart under him, is a sight for only Suo to see.
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