Satzu Smuts

duty

It is her duty.

These are the words that Sana repeats in her mind with every kiss Tzuyu presses to her skin, with the burning touch over her skin, with the weight of her body as she settles above. Sana closes her eyes and tries not to lose herself in the pleasure that threatens to cloud her mind. To remember Jihyo's smile, ever hopeful even as she left her kingdom behind.

“Look at me,” Tzuyu commands, gently, but firmly, fingers pressing against her cheeks, turning Sana's face back towards her. Sana swallows hard at the darkness that swarms Tzuyu's eyes, the hunger that sends a shiver rippling down Sana's spine. “I want my wife to look at me.”

Her wife. Tzuyu's new wife.

Sana is unable to help the whimper that bubbles up her throat as Tzuyu captures her lips in a searing kiss, as Tzuyu cups her breasts and twists her pebbled nipples with her fingers, as she settles her hips against Sana's, letting Sana feel the full weight of her admirable length.

Comparable to Jihyo’s, even.

“Look at me,” Tzuyu murmurs, forehead resting against Sana's as she pushes her trousers down, her cock finally free of its confines, blushing red and leaking at the tip. “Only me.”

Sana can no longer deny her own pleasure, not when Tzuyu kisses her again, dragging the bulbous head through her dripping folds, parting them with ease. She flushes at the laugh Tzuyu puffs against her lips, gasps at the sudden pressure at her entrance, her hands flying up from the sheets to grasp at Tzuyu's strong shoulders as she finally sinks inside.

Tzuyu hushes her trembling whimpers, an arm curled around her waist and a hand anchored at her cheek as she inches her hips forward, driving her shaft further into Sana's previously untouched  core.

“Relax,” Sana hears past the roaring in her ears, as if Tzuyu isn't splitting her apart with every inch she insists on pressing into her. She whines helplessly, melting into the tender kisses Tzuyu plants against her tears, and wishes she could say it was Jihyo instead.

Wishes she could even think of Jihyo instead.

Tzuyu swallows her gasp in a gentle kiss as Tzuyu finally bottoms out inside of her, her toes curling at the sheer pain of the stretch - at the sheer pleasure of being so full.

“My beautiful wife,” Tzuyu coos into her ear as she shifts, the hand around her waist trailing downwards to hitch Sana's lean legs around her waist, burrowing impossibly deeper. “To bear my beautiful children.”

It is her duty, Sana tries to remind herself at the first drag of Tzuyu's hips, as Sana's fingers bite into her sun-kissed skin and her own teeth dig into her bottom lip. It is her duty, Sana tries to remember, as Tzuyu drives back into her, the smack of their skin ringing in the expanse of their room, the slick of her core ringing in her ears.

It’s easy to forget, as Tzuyu earns her first moan from Sana’s lips, her pace slow but purposeful, rising in speed as Sana's cries rose in pitch, her head falling back against the plush pillows. She can hardly stomach the boastful grin on Tzuyu's face, can hardly stomach the knowing shimmer in her eyes as she finally moves without abandon, leaving Sana at her mercy.

“God, Tzuyu,” Sana babbles, her head swimming with pleasure, Tzuyu's own pleased grunts reaching her ears, her hands surely leaving bruises at the grip she had on Sana's hips. “What… What's…”

“It's okay,” Tzuyu huffs out, peppering her temple with kisses, letting Sana feel her weight once more. “Let it overwhelm you. I'll be right here.”

Sana hardly has time to think about her words, the knot in her stomach snapping at another piercing thrust, her back arching cleanly off the bed - their bed. A mess of Tzuyu's name and praises tumble from her lips, nails dragging across Tzuyu's flexing back, walls clamping impossibly around Tzuyu's unrelenting shaft.

“Gorgeous,” Tzuyu breathes out, seeming to chase after her own pleasures as her hips slow to a hard, piercing grind, nose burying against her neck. Sana whimpers at the stronger force behind her thrusts, wails as Tzuyu finally stills, heat splashing into her core.

A deep shiver ripples through her, walls milking Tzuyu's pulsing shaft, milking her for every drop of her seed, with Tzuyu finally lifting her head to capture Sana's lips in a languid kiss.

Only then does Sana realise what has happened, what she has done - the guilt piercing easily through her heart at the memory of Jihyo, her Jihyo that she had forgotten so easily under Tzuyu's touch.

“Pretty girl,” Tzuyu murmurs, drawing her head back in time with her hips, a soft smirk playing across her lips. “I am not done with you.”

It is her duty, Sana reminds herself as she is drawn into another kiss, as Tzuyu’s half hard shaft sinks so readily into her.

It is her duty.

Or so she says.