Satzu Smuts

Ache

"You okay?" Tzuyu huffs out, planting kisses like seeds against her neck, hands soothing over the tremor in her hips. Sana can only hum for a moment, combing her fingers through Tzuyu's choppy hair as she adjusted to the younger girl's girth. She was thick, thicker than any toy she owned, any person she'd been with, and she can barely feel like she could breathe, sitting so flush on Tzuyu's lap. "You're so pretty, unnie" Sana hears over the haze in her mind, her own cheeks flushing at Tzuyu's simple words, a trembling moan escaping as she's drawn impossibly closer. She can't help but melt into Tzuyu, into the tender kisses trailed across her chest, into the hands roaming over back, into the languid roll of her hips, barely an inch leaving her. Sana can only imagine how she looks to Tzuyu, gushing all over her condom covered dick like this. Tzuyu kisses her, then, swallowing down Sana's gasps and moans as she steadily picks up her pace, the sound of their smacking hips slowly filling Tzuyu's tiny dorm room.
"You're being so quiet, unnie" Tzuyu remarks, dipping forward, resting Sana back against the bed. Sana glares half- heartedly at her teasing tone, but she supposes it has no effect on the younger girl, not when Sana cries out and arches at Tzuyu's next thrust. "Fuck," She gasps, at the hard snap of Tzuyu's hips, her hands clinging to her arms, earning a dimpled grin from the girl above her. It's all she can manage, a broken chant of Tzuyu's name as she hammers into her, suckling languidly on one of her nipples. It's almost unbearable. The overvwhelming stretch, how deeply she pressed, her relentless pace, and the way she looked at her, as if Sana was Tzuyu's last meal. In that moment, as Tzuyu's teeth sink into her shoulder and her pace grows frantic, Sana supposes she is. Sana almost cries as she comes undone, hips lifting off the bed to meet the uneven jolt of Tzuyu's, flushes at the wetness that coats their thighs. Tzuyu only grins and kisses her, letting Sana drink in her cute little grunts as she sinks into Sana one last time, emptying herself into the rubber. For a moment, it is quiet, save for their heavy breaths and the rustle of Tzuyu's sheets. Sana kisses her lazily, legs hitched loosely around Tzuyu's hips and moaning at how they shift, ever so slightly. Oh, to be young. still have half a box," Tzuyu breathes out, and Sana laughs, runs her fingers through Tzuyu's hair, squeezing around the harderning shaft still inside of her. She'll be so sore, Sana muses at Tzuyu's gasp, at her clumsy reach for the opening box on her bedside table. She finds herself on her stomach moments later, whimpering as Tzuyu sinks into her, just the head - then all at once, just how she liked. Sana, as she muffled her loud cries against the wrinkled sheets, only presses back, aching for more. She supposes it'll be worth it.