#sakuta

terrible texter. replies like:

you: “good morning 💕” sakuta: “unfortunately” you: “??” sakuta: “i woke up” but then shows up at your door with your favorite drink.

loves watching you laugh at his dumb jokes. even more than making the joke itself. if you don’t laugh, he’ll pretend to pout and go, “guess i’ll shrivel up and die then.”

surprisingly vulnerable at night. he’ll say the most emotionally devastating, heartfelt things while lying beside you in the dark, like: “i don’t really need anyone else. just you. that’s enough.”

eats the same convenience store sandwich every day unless you interrupt his cycle. will let you steal a bite, but only if you look smug about it.

will sit on the bathroom floor while you’re in the tub just to keep you company. not even flirty—just casually talking about conspiracy theories or what puberty syndrome really means.

always gives stray cats nicknames. “that one’s dr. meatball. he’s a war criminal.”

if you’re crying, he doesn’t ask ‘what’s wrong’ immediately. he just pulls you in, says something dumb like “i’m charging you for the emotional labor,” then stays quiet until you're ready to talk.

doesn’t care about appearances, but notices everything. you cut your hair? he noticed. you're quieter than usual? he’s watching. but he won’t say anything unless it matters—he’s respectful like that.

the type to sacrifice his peace for others' happiness and pretend it was no big deal. a classic “i’ll carry it so you don’t have to” kind of guy, especially if you’re involved.

loves watching you squirm. the more flustered you get, the more entertained he is. he’ll whisper something suggestive in public just to see your reaction, then act completely innocent when you glare at him.

definitely the type to say things like: “what? i said i wanted dessert. you’re the one thinking weird things.”

neck kisses are his weakness—both giving and receiving. he loves the way you tense up when his lips brush your skin slowly, followed by a smirk against your throat.

handsy when he’s tired. when you’re lying together, he’ll lazily trail his fingers over your skin without even realizing it. he likes skin-on-skin contact, especially your waist, hips, or the back of your neck.

lazy but thorough. sakuta isn’t rushed about intimacy—he takes his time. he likes watching reactions, learning every spot that makes you shiver or gasp.

whispers dumb things between kisses. stuff like: “you’re cute when you’re needy.” “tell me you want me, or i’m stopping.”

he’s confident enough to let you take control sometimes, but his natural default is teasing dominance—guiding you, dragging things out, and pretending he’s not as desperate as he really is.

gets turned on by casual intimacy. like you leaning over to grab something, your sleepy voice, or you wearing his clothes. the more natural and domestic the moment, the more his brain short-circuits.

suggestive touches in public, but subtle. a hand low on your back. fingers brushing your thigh under a table. his breath against your ear when he talks too close.

whispers things in your ear in crowds, like: “no one else knows you’re mine. feels kinda thrilling, doesn’t it?” then acts like nothing happened as you struggle to recover.

at his core, sakuta views intimacy as trust. so when he’s genuinely slow and gentle, it’s because he sees you as someone who could actually hurt him—emotionally. and he lets you.

he hides how much he craves praise and affection. run your hands through his hair after? whisper you love him? you’ll feel him relax instantly.

he likes the way you say his name. doesn’t matter if you’re annoyed, sleepy, shy, or teasing—he just listens. sometimes he says your name back in the exact same tone. other times, he says nothing, just smiles a little like he’s saving the sound for later.

he always pretends to be fine until he’s not. the moment he lets something crack—just a sigh, a hand gripping yours a little too tightly—you know it’s serious. and if you hold him without asking anything? that’s when he truly falls for you.

he doesn’t get jealous easily—until he does. sakuta trusts you. but if someone else gets too close? he won’t say anything. just moves a little nearer, hand on your lower back, brushing his lips against your temple like a quiet claim. you: “are you jealous?” him: “no. i’m just making sure no one forgets.”

sleeps better with your shirt on his pillow. he’ll never admit it. but if you’re away, he finds your hoodie or shirt, clutches it in his sleep like he’s not ridiculously soft, and wakes up pretending he didn’t do that.

he always pulls you in like it’s second nature. sitting on the floor? you’re in his lap. walking together? his arm’s around your waist. he doesn’t even think about it anymore. his body just knows: “there. that’s mine.”

he teases to test how much you can take. he’ll drag his fingers along your thigh while asking completely normal questions. will look you dead in the eye and say: “you okay? you’re breathing funny.” like he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.

he likes hearing you say his name when you're flustered. not just moaning it—but breathy, uncertain, barely holding it together kind of soft. the kind where you’re not even sure if you want to pull him closer or push him away. that’s his favorite.

he doesn’t rush. ever. his hands move slowly, deliberately. not to be romantic—but to ruin you. he likes watching you fall apart in pieces: the stuttered breaths, the little gasps, the way you grip his shirt.

he whispers things just to see you react. “say it louder.” “you want me to stop?” “that doesn’t sound like a no.” and then acts completely unbothered when your brain short-circuits.

he’ll tuck your hair behind your ear, still catching his breath, and say something so casually devastating like: “you don’t get it, do you? how much i want you. all the time.”

afterward, he pulls you in and doesn’t let go. not for a while. not until your breathing slows, and his heart stops racing. he presses soft kisses along your shoulder and mumbles things like: “you’re not allowed to leave me now.” “you’re mine. permanently.”

he loves when you run your fingers through his hair. it makes his whole body relax—like you’re grounding him. sometimes he’ll fall asleep like that, your fingers tangled in his hair, lips brushing his collarbone, and he’ll mumble a barely-audible: “stay with me forever.”