I just had a thought about kkura with an unnie kink and i- GRAHH 😍
this is an old ask and i havent wrote smut in like months be nice
since the moment you met sakura, she’s always insisted you call her unnie rather than sakura. her cheeks would always flush a pretty pink when you do, and you often find yourself wondering why— and how far the blush could go down her body. it wasn’t until now that you finally understood the why.
“sakura,” you gasp, hands clenching into fists around the back of her t-shirt. you lift your chin up so she could have more access to your neck, scattering kisses up and down.
her lips travel from your neck to jawline to your ear, pressing a soft kiss on your lobe before she whispers, “what did i tell you?”
“what?” you mumble-half gasp out as she sucks at the spot behind your ear. you try to lean back to get her to kiss you, but she keeps avoiding your lips. “kkura—”
“unnie,” she corrects, leaning back and you almost gasp out at how dark and lust-filled her eyes are. “i want you to call me unnie.”
your eyes widen in understanding, before you bite down on your lip and whisper, “unnie… please. kiss me.”
a moan leaves her mouth before sakura doesn’t waste any time and pulls you into a kiss. it wasn’t soft or gentle, more full of lust, eagerness and passion. you arch your back, pressing your chest into hers. her hands slip under your shirt, making goosebumps form on your skin as a hand trails up and cups your breast over your bra.
“you sound so good when you beg,” she says between kisses, lips swollen and eyes heavy-lidded, “say it again.”
you whimper, the word already forming on your lips like a prayer, “unnie… please?” you tilt your head, looking up at her with doe eyes.
her lips curl into a smirk, pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra within a few seconds. the moment your bra was on the floor, she leaned down and took one of your nipples in her mouth. it was warm and wet, rough enough to make you gasp. her thumb flicks at the other nipple at the same time as she sucks.
“unnie,” you gasp out, breath hitching when her teeth grazed over the nipple, your hands coming to grasp her hair.
“good girl,” she purrs, switching to the other nipple without hesitation. she tugs and pulls, lightly twisting enough to make you whine. she drops down to her knees, wet kisses being placed from down the middle of your breasts down to your abdomen, keeping eye contact with you.
“are you going to continue being good for unnie?” she asks lightly as if she’s asking you what you want to eat for dinner, as if her thumbs aren’t hooking over the waistband of your shorts.
you nod quickly, probably too desperate, but you didn’t care. you are desperate.
she grins, enough heat in her gaze to make you burn inside as she tugs down your shorts, “then let me show you what good girls get.”
