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kana-daydreams · 6 months ago

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his first || sakura | fluff | 0.6k

°*:･ᰔwhile walking you home after a long date, sakura surprises you by giving you his first kiss.

tags: tall!f!reader. established relationship

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“Can I kiss you?”

Under the starlit sky, your footsteps slow to a stop along a narrow pavement. The streetlamps lined along its curb highlight the large jacket enveloped around your body, and not your own, in a soft orange glow.

“Kiss…me?” You repeat, obvious surprise laced in your voice as your eyes inch wide from the unanticipated question Sakura throws from beside you.

You’ve been an official couple, dating for a decent amount of time, and never once had the topic of kissing emerged between you two. Especially, not after you’d one day innocently snuck a kiss on Sakura's cheek which made the boy practically combust into flames, and faint from self-generated hyperthermia.

You crane your head to look at him, a subtle warmth spreading across your cheeks. “Here…? Like, right now?”

Your question sparks a faint blush on his face and you feel his fingers interlaced with yours, tighten its hold around your smaller hand in a nervous grip.

“Y-yeah.” He stammers with a timid nod.

Your expression softens at his hesitant reply. “Are you sure? You seem a little…” You trail off, taking notice of his gaze pointed down at his black sneakers, him squirming a bit where he stands, and the feeling of the palm of his large hands growing clammy in your own.

“I'm sure.” He hurries out, eyes confident as he meets your gaze.

“Um, okay...” You smile. "Do you want me to lean down a bit? I can—”

Sakura clicks his tongue in a way only you can discern its playful undertone. “Don’t get so cocky just ‘cause yer a few inches taller.” He steps closer to you, his free hand shooting up towards you to grab you gently by the length of your uniform tie, before tugging you down a bit to meet his level.

His other hand releases yours from its grasp to cup the nape of your neck in a similar gentle caress; and Sakura's cheeks gradually become redder the more his face inches closer to your own, warm the same.

“Y’know, you don’t have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable.” You reassure with a tender smile.

“Who says I’m uncomfortable?” He scoffs, his warm breath tinged with a hint of mint, brushing against your lips. “I’ve been wanting to do this, tryna do this, for the entire goddamn day.” His tone lowers, mismatched eyes dropping down to your plush plump lips, before capturing them between his own.

Sakura's eyes flutter close and you mimic the action. His lips, soft against your own, moves tentatively, experimenting, and he instantly finds himself drowning in the honeyed and intoxicating taste that can only be described as you.

His lips press more firmly, borderline needy, against yours and the hand he'd planted behind your neck, moves to cup the smooth skin of your left cheek in its tender embrace. Then languidly, he peppers a few light kisses onto your lips, before reluctantly parting from you with a subconscious satisfying hum, and you can’t help the corners of your mouth from tugging up into a goofy smile.

Sakura averts his gaze from your own. "Why're you smiling like that?” He asks, a shy smile of his own painting itself onto his flushed expression. He is taken aback when you suddenly throw your arms around his neck, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, which he instinctively leans into.

“'Cause—” You pull away, touching your forehead to his as your face brims with a wide smile that reaches your eyes. “—you gave me your first kiss.” You finish before leaning forward, a leg raised low behind you, for another kiss.

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kana-daydreams · 6 months ago

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ms. delinquent || sakura | humour | 0.8k

°*:･ᰔeveryone, but sakura, knows you're a girl.

tags: cross-dresser!f!reader. tall!f!reader. gender stereotyping. mild swearing.

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The soles of your well-worn black sneakers skid back to a screeching stop; your gakuran, coloured the same and thrown casually over your shoulders, billowing behind you like a cape against rushing wind.

Further to your left, a chorus of male voices erupts. They bellow your name in exuberant cheer when you manage to dodge, with practised ease, the strong arm that intentionally hurtles a fist towards your face; while others egg on your split-tone haired opponent and junior who continues to throw punch after punch at you across the courtyard of your school— the infamous Furin High.

“Going soft, already? Don't tell me yer thinkin' about backing out.” Sakura teases with a wide grin when you gather some distance between you both. “Thought you were the second-years’ Top Dog?!” he adds, his predatory grin growing further before he starts sprinting in your direction, lunging at you with a raised fist.

Just like you, Sakura was determined. Determined to find out who was the strongest between you two.

Determined to be the strongest.

He’d posed the challenge of a duel after he witnessed yesterday with his own eyes, you practically eliminate an entire squadron of guys twice your size without a single scratch marking your surprisingly flawless skin. And kept on pestering you the entire day like a petulant child that didn’t get their way, until they did.

Well...it wasn't as if you weren't itching for a fight with the emotionally reactive teen who’d defeated Shishitoren’s second-in-command.

So why not indulge him?

You scoff. "Who said anything about backing out?” Your body twists to the side, evading his punch and you slip behind him, your hand catching a hold of both his wrists. You pin them firmly against his back, then lean down slightly, lips inches away from his right ear. “Huh? Kitty cat.” You drawl and Sakura’s body involuntarily shudders at your warm breath, ticklish against his ear.

Your lips curve into an amused smile as you watch the tip of his ear colour a deep red, before he forces himself free from your grasp.

“D-Don't call me that, y-you creep?!” He springs back, arms up and fingers curled into fists, in defence.

“Aww, but you're such an easy tease.” You coo, clutching your stomach, unable to stifle your fits of laughter. “It’s cute.”

Sakura growls at your words. “Ain’t nothin’ cute about me! If anyone’s cute, it’s you, pretty boy!”

His words catch you off-guard, your lips forming a small ‘O’, heat warming at your cheeks. You peer down, bashful from his 'compliment'. “You think…” You squirm, voice soft almost timid as you raise a shy gaze to look across at him. “You think, I’m cu—” A sudden force barrels into your stomach and you feel as if all the air has been knocked out your lungs.

Your face scrunches and a grunt falls from your frowning lips when you notice the smug look on Sakura's—your assailant—face, your body falling backwards from the force.

“Heh, that’s what you—”

“You asshole!”

Sakura feels a tight grip pull on his shirt, his blue and yellow eyes drawing wide.

“If I fall—you fall!”

And he does— directly on top of you.

His head lies buried against your stomach, his nose catching a muted floral scent, both your limbs tangled together.

Sakura groans and his hands attempt to find purchase to pull himself up. But when they do, they cup something soft…squishy? And definitely not solid ground.

Your breath hitches. Sakura freezes. Everything and everyone stills—silence.

Sakura feels a shock ripple through his body, and the hairs on his skin standing tall like soldiers.

He lurches…? Scurries back, seemingly teleporting as far as he can away from you, and points a finger, wiggling it aggressively in your direction. "W-why is t-there a lump of f-fat on your chest?!"

You push yourself up on your elbows, before sitting fully upright. "Why do you think, dumbass?" You mumble, heat fanning lightly across your face.

And when it clicks—your floral scent, your plush chest masked by an oversized white shirt, and the softness of your body underneath him— Sakura’s ready to combust from all the heat burning underneath his skin.

He looks up at you. He looks down back at his deflowered hand and then up at you again, his lips refusing to cease their relentless quiver. “Y-You’re a g-girl?” He swallows thickly, the feeling of the full mound of your boob he'd attempted to use as leverage, still tingling in the palm of his hand.

You confirm his question with a single nod.

"I just...my hand was...it touched—"

"My breast?"

Sakura sucks in a breath, his face growing impossibly more red. He then clears his throat in a futile attempt to collect himself. “...But how? Are you sure you're a woman?" He arches a brow. "T-There must be a mistake. You've always seemed so...so rough. Way to aggressive and so mas—”

Sakura never gets to finish his sentence when his mismatched eyes cross, and he doubles over in pain from the powerful punch that meets him square in the stomach.

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