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lift your eyes, just you and me

-- sana / tzuyu. 2.5k, smut // MEN DNI.

sana and tzuyu exchange belated birthdays and new years kisses, among other things.

it happens on new years eve.

“for your birthday,” tzuyu murmurs, breath warm against sana’s cheek. “belated.”

then, a kiss; infinitesimally small.

sana has always liked kisses.

she keens at the touch, follows it even as tzuyu pulls away.

“how about another one for the new year?” raises her brows suggestively she says it, because it’s fun and flirty and sana’s always loved the reactions it garnered.

she doesn’t think much of it, never does. tzuyu wouldn’t reciprocate, definitely wouldn’t think to kiss her back – it’s exactly how sana likes it.

but tzuyu hums lazily this time, an amused smile playing at her lips. “i think new year kisses happen at 12, unnie.”

sana quirks an eyebrow at tzuyu’s response – smooth and easy, but not giving in completely.

sana wonders if that’s her consciously leaving space for something else; kicking the ball into sana’s field, so to say.

“are you offering a kiss at midnight?” sana teases; fills the space, welcomes the game.

“maybe,” is all tzuyu says, then she closes her eyes, lies back on the couch, and that’s the end of the conversation.

sana doesn’t take any of it to heart, letting her off with a chuckle.

as it’s always been, nothing comes out of the flirting and banter, just harmless fun. perhaps tzuyu was in the mood for a little back and forth this time and sana was conveniently there to entertain, that’s it.

she goes about the party as she did, lets it all pass by in a flash of loud karaoke and endless pictures. it only becomes livelier as the night gets deeper, the countdown closing in minute by minute; the star of the show.

truly, ten seconds feels like a lifetime when everyone’s trying to count down with whatever is left of their wasted selves, but they somehow manage.

there’re a few kisses pressed on her cheek, messy and all over the place, probably from nayeon going around and doing the same for everyone.

sometime in between, somehow, sana finds her gaze landing over a certain chou tzuyu, sipping some soda in her little corner.

“happy new year!” sana cheers, sinking into the couch beside her.

she raises her beer can, knowing how much tzuyu enjoys clinking glasses.

as expected, tzuyu knocks her can against sana’s, giggling in earnest.

“happy new year, unnie,” she says.

then, leaning over, plants a kiss on sana’s cheek.

short and sweet, but still a kiss. she hasn’t forgotten. the second one that night.

sana grins. it had slipped her mind, but being on the other end of tzuyu’s affections was always pleasant. she thought her energy from the party had died down already, but with everyone else still in full swing and tzuyu still in the mood for something like this, sana feels her heart race again.

“how about a proper one, hm?” she muses, enjoying the play along, taking it further on the rare occasion where tzuyu flirts back.

“a proper one?” tzuyu says cheekily. “i don’t know about that.”

“anything for the birthday girl?” sana smiles, makes a show of batting her eyelashes. she doesn’t quite know where she’s trying to bring this conversation, but knows enough to think it’s fun, so she shamelessly puckers her lips.

she doesn’t remember who says what after that, or if anyone even says anything.

just remembers the taste of sprite and sugar and beer melting into her lips; fireworks, behind her eyes and outside, muted. there’s warmth all over, a giddy feeling in her chest.

tzuyu.

“tzu– ” sana has half a mind to say, pulling away slightly. “not here.”

no one has seen yet, probably. everyone is still high off the celebrations.

“my room?” tzuyu asks.

with her gaze lidded and lips parted just so, eyes dark and fixed on sana’s, how could sana say no?

“your room,” sana breathes.

turns out, tzuyu has quite the one-track mind, because they don’t even make it to any room, for that matter. they're too distracted to even find their way past the corridor.

sana has never thought about it, but she finds tzuyu kisses very considerately. she's acutely aware of their height difference, placing a steady hand at the small of her back, and leaning down so sana wouldn’t have to tip her toes or tilt her head too much.

sana's never kissed girls this much taller than her, but she thinks she could be just a little into it if it's tzuyu she's kissing.

but equal to tzuyu's politeness is a desperation that is just as prominent, fingers fumbling over buttons and nails digging into skin, shaky breath ghosting over sana’s lips whenever they part for air, chest heaving.

the desperation seems to finally take over when tzuyu pulls away completely, looking around, as if she'd momentarily forgotten where she was, before pulling sana along by the wrist and straight into her room.

the moment the door shuts, sana is immediately pressed up against it, breath knocked out of her lungs, tzuyu’s lips finding hers again. she doesn't even have a second to catch her breath.

it’s frantic and messy, something sana’s never liked, so she lays both hands on tzuyu’s shoulders, pushing her back gently.

“down, tzu,” sana pants, wiping at her lips with her shirt sleeve.

like an obedient puppy, tzuyu heeds.

sana thinks she hears a tiny whimper, but who knows; tzuyu’s been full of surprises today.

sana chuckles, tzuyu's instantaneous response somewhat adorable.

"i didn't know you'd be so eager," she says, guiding tzuyu with her arms. "are you drunk or have you been thinking about this since that first birthday kiss?"

tzuyu complies easily, stepping back every time sana moves forward, following her. "i'm not drunk."

"ah," sana giggles. "so it's the latter?"

tzuyu is struck silent for a moment; sana makes use of it, pushes tzuyu back until the back of her knees hit the bed.

she stumbles, until she's sat on the edge with a puff, forced to look up at sana.

"cat got your tongue?" sana muses, presses her fingers into tzuyu's shoulders, kneading gently.

she mattress sinks around tzuyu when sana starts straddling her, knees astride her thighs.

tzuyu all but shivers, breath shaky. she's completely pliant under sana's touch, pulse racing. sana can feel it in her fingertips.

"is this too much?" sana asks, not putting her entire weight on tzuyu, in case it is too much.

though, tzuyu's hands find her waist, thumb digging into the exposed skin at the cuts of sana's dress, before pulling her down forcefully. sana's knees buckle and she falls forwards with a choked sound, arms locking on either side of tzuyu's head to support herself.

if she wasn't wet before, she definitely is by now.

"fuck," sana gasps, a whisper under her breath.

what other surprises do you have in store, tzuyu?

"just right, unnie," tzuyu says, nonchalantly but charming all the same in a way that makes sana's heart skip a beat.

"you have no idea how wet that made me," sana mewls, something between nervousness and impatience growing in her tummy.

tzuyu's lips tug up in a cheeky smirk, and she drags sana's hips against her another time. "this?"

sana whimpers, head dropping forwards. she can feel her wetness smearing all over tzuyu's shirt, sticky and warm, and curses herself for how short her dress is. "h-hey, i'm the one on top here."

"then tell me what to do, unnie," tzuyu says, still teasing; a challenge.

"jesus, tzu," sana breathes, grinding herself on tzuyu's stomach of her own accord. "just– touch me."

at this point, sana's dress has bunched up at her hips, and tzuyu enjoys that extra access to sana's thighs, splaying her hands over the skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "touch you where?"

how fucking infuriating.

so, sana takes it into her own hands, literally.

she finds tzuyu's hands in the haze of it all, lifts them until they're pressed into the sheets, and sana locks her there.

tzuyu visibly holds her breath, struck still at sana's assertiveness.

"don't fucking move."

"unnie," tzuyu mewls, but sana isn't listening at all, too busy canting her hips on tzuyu desperately, holding her there and making a mess without a care of their clothes. her panties are already soaked and ruined, much less tzuyu's own t-shirt beneath her.

she pushes tzuyu's shirt up for tzuyu's sake, lets it sit just below her chest, then continues with her motions on tzuyu's tummy.

it feels so much better like this, right against tzuyu's skin, no clothing in the way. sana groans when tzuyu's stomach clenches with each roll of her hips, the outline of her abs showing.

"i– i didn't know you worked out, tzu," sana muses, a little short of breath.

it's embarrassing how desperate she sounds, even without tzuyu touching. but right now, everything feels too good for her to care, so she focuses on chasing that pleasure until she falls.

"i didn't know you were so– bossy," tzuyu teases, trying to keep her own voice stable but obviously shaken just by watching sana on top of her.

and really, it's incredibly hard to come without tzuyu's help, sana's orgasm teetering on the edge but never breaking, despite how close it seems.

she barely reaches it in the end, the meek high ending just as quickly as it started, no more wetter than she already was.

"i’m tired," sana pants, slit throbbing with how hard she was grinding against tzuyu.

tzuyu chuckles, her arms no longer locked above her head with how tired sana is now. she makes use of it; gently removes her hands from sana's grasp. "let me help this time, unnie.”

it's hard to move in their current position, but tzuyu thinks she enjoys this view of sana too much to change it. she manages to slip her hand in between sana's thighs, and the warmth that engulfs her makes it so worth it.

a shudder crawls up sana’s spine at the brief contact, and she moans helplessly at the sensitivity.

tzuyu chuckles and pushes sana’s panties aside for easier access, then flicks her finger once, up sana's clothed slit. sana nearly falls over, butterflies bursting in her stomach. “fuck, tzuyu,” she breathes out, hands quickly finding purchase on the bed head. “m–more.”

“not sensitive?” tzuyu asks.

“a little,” sana manages. “but i like it.”

sana almost regrets saying it out loud when a smirk forms on tzuyu’s face, but then tzuyu dips the tip of two fingers into her folds, prodding teasingly, and sana forgets all of her thoughts. she gasps, clutching onto the bed head tightly, brows furrowed. “you– you can go deeper.”

ever so compliant, tzuyu listens.

she drives her fingers into sana’s cunt, knuckle deep and deliciously tight. though, still unsure if sana can really take this much so soon after her first orgasm, she stays cautious and doesn’t move.

“tzu, please,” sana whines, rolling her hips forward herself in the face of tzuyu’s restraint. the motion strains tzuyu’s wrist somewhat, but tzuyu bites her lip through it when sana groans again, a guttural sound from the base of her throat. “so– fucking good, baby– oh my– fuck.”

the pet name makes tzuyu’s chest tighten, and god if she could just coax that out of sana one more time.

she doesn’t know why her throat dries, but she croaks, “can you take another finger, unnie?”

“yes– yes, tzu,” sana begs, voice cracking, lifting herself up and down tzuyu’s digits all the while.

tzuyu tightens her grip on sana’s hips, halting sana’s movements for a second. sana wails at that, a whiny cry leaving her parted lips. tzuyu ignores it, focused on lining up her third finger. the second she does, she thrusts back into sana, keeping it slow to let sana adjust.

sana seems to have different plans, pushing her hips into tzuyu herself.

“fuck!” sana cries sharply, an explosion of white behind her eyes suddenly and nothing but the feeling of tzuyu stretching her out.

“baby, feels so good,” she mewls, panting and grinding all over tzuyu, becoming more incoherent as she goes. “god, you– fuck.”

sana's slick pools all around, a sticky squelch on tzuyu's fingers that sounds terribly sinful, even more so when sana’s rolling her hips and accompanying it with low moans.

tzuyu could die right there.

she rubs a thumb over sana’s clit, tight circles over the reddened nub, and sana groans in response. her wrist is sore and her fingers hurt from the relentless pace sana has set, but watching sana slowly fall apart above her, words blurred and whimpering in between begs, tzuyu wouldn’t have it any other way.

“i’m gonna cum, baby,” sana whispers, the exhaustion already settling in.

tzuyu does the final bit of work, dragging her fingers out and thrusting back in with the same vigour sana had, flicking sana’s clit over and over again until sana loses strength in her grip, letting go of the bed head and falling over tzuyu. she whimpers weakly, her orgasm coming in powerful crashes, feeling herself gush all over tzuyu filthily. tzuyu’s fingers slow, helping sana through it gently, her other hand stroking lovingly at sana’s scalp.

a pleasant warmth washes over sana, and she lays content against tzuyu, chest heaving happily as she breathes in tzuyu’s scent.

tzuyu moves to take her fingers out, but sana stops her before she can.

“keep them there,” she murmurs, breath warm against the nape of tzuyu’s neck.

“okay,” tzuyu says, always willing, as long as sana asks.

maybe sana imagines it, but she thinks tzuyu sounds much softer than usual.

when she wakes up, sana has somehow been changed into her own pajamas. tzuyu is beside her, staring up at the ceiling.

sana’s stomach churns at the memories of yesterday night, a panic sinking in.

tzuyu doesn’t seem as panicked, though.

it’s oddly serene.

sana shifts, and tzuyu glances over. “oh, you’re awake.”

sana’s head throbs from the alcohol, but she hasn’t forgotten.

has tzuyu?

“um,” tzuyu continues. “sorry i took my fingers out last night. also, i changed your clothes because… well…”

sana laughs.

she remembers.

“thanks, tzuyu. you’re kinda bad at pillowtalk.”

tzuyu pushes at her shoulder in annoyance and rolls her eyes. “shut up. i’m good at the other things. my fingers are all sore now.”

sana laughs again, how can someone be so cute talking about something so filthy?

she finds her spot beside tzuyu, lying on her stomach and propping her chin on tzuyu’s chest. “say, about these other things, i don’t think i ever returned the favour.”

tzuyu’s ears flush red, cheeks pink.

just like last night, sana moves to sit astride tzuyu.

she feels the entire room heat up. her head barely even hurts anymore.

“another one for the new year, baby?”

tzuyu doesn’t remember who says what after that, or if anyone even says anything.

just remembers the taste of yesterday’s alcohol on sana’s lips, soda on hers; there’s warmth all over, a giddy feeling in her chest.

sana.

i got so giddy writing all the non-smut parts 😭 truly a satzu lover at my core ill never forget my roots ✊ as for the smut tho, i can only apologise🙏 this was picked up from a wip i wrote back in december 2022, hence the sudden new years theme 😶‍🌫️ just imagine it isnt late-june rn! (one more satzu fic and i might just give up finding pics completely 🥰)

thank you for reading, and thank you especially for interacting <3

MEN DNI.

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