Obsessed

"I don't WANT to hang out with Diana and Hanna! They're so weird and they keep meowing at people!"

Your sister's whining barely registers. You're entirely too busy ogling the picture Tzuyu sent you twenty minutes ago. Long legs spread just enough to show the fabric of her panties, one hand resting on her thigh.

Miss you baby <3

Your dick has been half-hard ever since.

"Are you even listening to me??"

"Nope."

You pinch the screen, zooming in on her thighs. God, you can still feel them locked around your head from last week. You had made a smartass comment and she'd locked your head between them and squeezed until you saw stars.

GOD it was worth it.

"You're the worst—"

"You're going," you cut her off, putting your phone in your pocket as you two reach the front door. "Diana and Hanna are nice enough."

"They MEOW at people!"

"So? Nobody is perfect. I mean you're an annoying little shit so…" You ring the doorbell before she can continue the argument. You genuinely couldn't care less about her complaints right now. Not when you know EXACTLY what's waiting for you on the other side of this door.

The door opens.

Aphrodite incarnate. A goddess coming to Earth. Chou Tzuyu is wearing a cream sweater that's stretched tight across her tits, and yoga pants that should be illegal. Her hair is up in a loose ponytail, with a few strands framing her gorgeous face. And she has the most sweet, most motherly smile on her face.

Anyone who hasn't seen her with lips stretched around a cock would fall for that image in a heart beat.

You, of course, know better.

"Oh you're here!" She gushes the cookie-cutter host greeting. "The girls are so excited—Diana! Hanna! Your friend is here!"

From deeper in the house you hear a faint "Mrow!"

Your sister visibly cringes. Even poor Tzuyu's bright smile falters slightly before she recovers.

"They're… going through a phase," Tzuyu explains weakly, stepping aside. Your sister sulks past like she's heading to her own execution, shooting you a venomous glare as she goes.

The second she's out of sight, Tzuyu's hand brushes yours.

"Coffee?" She asks, entirely too loudly for the empty hallway you're standing in, but her eyes are screaming a very different request. Something close to I need you to fuck me until I forget my own name.

"Yeah. Coffee sounds great."

"Perfect." The way she draws the word out, followed by her dragging her tongue across her lips, should damn well be considered foreplay.

From what you assume is the playroom, your sister's defeated sigh carries over to where you're standing, followed by synchronized meowing.

You purse your lips to contain your laughter as Tzuyu turns to the wall, tapping her forehead against it softly.

"Not. A fucking. Word." She murmurs.

You make a zipping motion across your mouth.

Tzuyu leads you to the kitchen. Those yoga pants hug the curve of her ass, outlining the thick thighs you've had the pleasure of being trapped between more times than you can count.

You're already plotting all the possible ways to get between them again today.

She pours two cups of coffee that you both know neither of you will touch. Her husband is at work as usual. The man is practically married to his job, which means Tzuyu is perpetually horny.

Not that you're complaining, of course.

"So," she starts, leaning against the counter in a way that makes her tits press together, "I was thinking—"

"Bedroom?"

Fuck the small talk. You both know why you're here, why bother with the bullshit game of cat and mouse?

Her expression changes instantly, that sweet, motherly mask cracking.

"Eager today, are we?"

"You sent me that photo during my lecture." You move toward her. "I've been hard thinking about those thick fucking thighs of yours the entire way over here."

She bites her lip, grabbing your shirt and pulling you close. "My bedroom. Now."

No need to say that twice.

"So impatient," you tease, but in no way shape or form are you complaining as she takes your hand and leads you out of the kitchen.

The stairs feel endless. Tzuyu keeps glancing back at you, tugging her bottom lip with her teeth, and you're becoming very tempted to say fuck it and rail her against the wall halfway up.

But the bedroom is probably smarter. And it has plenty of pillows for you to press her face into, which is a great bonus.

The second you're through the door, she's on you. Mouth crashing into yours, her hands pulling at your clothes, backing you towards the bed. You let her push you down onto the mattress, watching her stand over you, chest heaving.

Damn she's beautiful.

She climbs onto the bed, straddles your hips, grinds down against the bulge in your jeans. "You have no idea how badly I need this."

"Why don't you show me then?"

She doesn't bother answering with words.

Her hands find the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. You do your best to help, shrugging out of it. The second it's off she runs her hands down your chest, nails dragging lightly over your skin.

You reach for her sweater but she swats your hands away. "Patience."

"That's not my strong suit and you know it." You pout.

"I know." She grinds down harder, and you can feel the heat spreading through both layers of fabric. "That's why this is fun."

She leans down, mouth finding your neck. Kisses turn into bites, her teeth scraping against your skin. Your hands busy themselves by gripping her hips, fingers digging into the yoga pants.

"God I missed you," she murmurs against your throat. "Missed this."

"It's only been like three days."

"Exactly, three days too long." Her hands move to your jeans, popping the button. "I've been going crazy waiting."

The zipper comes down and she's working your jeans off, and you lift your hips to help. Once they're gone she sits back, taking in the sight of you in only your boxers, your cock straining against the fabric.

"Look at you," she purrs, palming you through the thin material as you hiss. "So hard already."

"Your fault," you manage.

"I know." The smirk on her face grows. "I'm very good at what I do."

She is. Too good, sometimes. You watch her lean down, hair falling around her face, and just before her mouth reaches your cock—

"Meow," you say.

She freezes.

Sits back up slowly.

The look on her face is full of murderous intent.

"What," she starts, voice barely a whisper, "did you just say?"

"I—" you start, but you're already laughing because the look on her face is just priceless. "I couldn't help it, the girls—"

"You think that's funny huh?"

Before you can react, she moves. Her hands shove against your chest, and she uses her weight to pin you down as those deadly thighs slide up on either side of your head.

Ah fuck.

"Oh, Tzu wait—"

Too late. They're locked around your skull.

The pressure is both immediate and immaculate. Warm, smooth skin pressing against your head, cutting off everything except the sight of her yoga pants stretched tight across her pussy right in front of your face. It's easy to see the damp spot forming.

Your hands fly to her thighs on instinct, gripping the firm muscle underneath.

"Think you're funny?" She squeezes harder. Stars dance at the edges of your vision. "Meowing at me in my own bedroom?"

You try to respond but what comes out is muffled against her skin.

"That's what I thought." She grinds forward, dragging the warm, damp fabric across your face, and you groan into her.

She's appears to be trying to suffocate you. Not that your dick has any complaints.

"Nothing to say now?" Another squeeze. Your vision starts going fuzzy. "No more stupid jokes?"

Your fingers dig into her thighs and you manage to turn your head just enough to press your mouth against her inner thigh.

She shudders and the grip loosens ever so slightly.

You drag your tongue along the inside of her thigh, and she makes a choked sound that manages to make your already rock-hard cock even harder.

"You're such a brat," she breathes, but there's no real anger anymore.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of those damn yoga pants and pull. She lifts her hips just enough to let you drag them down along with her panties, and finally, FINALLY, that pretty pussy is revealed to your gaze.

Beautiful.

Her pussy is bare, inches away from your face. It's glistening and swollen, her clit already peeking out.

"You going to suffocate me before I can eat this pussy?" Your voice comes out rough.

"Afterwards," she decides, lowering herself back onto your mouth.

The first taste of her makes you groan into her pussy. She's absolutely soaked, and you waste no time before getting to work, licking broad strokes through her folds before placing special focus on her clit.

Her thighs tighten around your head.

"Fuck—right there—"

You circle her clit with your tongue, then suck it between your lips. Her whole body jerks violently above you,

"Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop—"

Yeah. Like you had any fucking intention of doing that.

You double down, sucking her clit even harder, your tongue working in tight circles. You can barely breathe with her thighs clamping your head like a vice, but god the way she's gasping above you makes it all worthwhile.

"Fuck, fuck, just like that—" Her hips start rolling, grinding her pussy against your mouth. She's chasing her orgasm, using you, and your cock is throbbing so fucking hard in your boxers its borderline painful.

You slide your tongue down, pushing it into her entrance. Her soaked pussy drips down your chin, the sweet taste of it making you drool. Your hands grip her ass harder, kneading as you pull her down onto your face.

"Oh god, oh fuck—" Her voice pitches higher. She's close, you can feel it. Her thighs shake, her pussy clenching around your tongue.

You pull back just enough to suck her clit between your lips again, and that does it.

Tzuyu cums with a loud cry, her whole body going rigid above you. Her thighs lock around your head so tight you can see the pearly gates, and her pussy pulses against your mouth dragging you straight back down into hell. You keep licking, keep sucking, drawing out her orgasm as long as you can while she shakes and gasps.

"Stop, stop, too much—" She's trying to lift her hips but you won't let her go that easily. You give her clit one more slow lick and she shudders, a choked whimper escaping her throat.

Finally she manages to pull away, swinging her leg over your head. She collapses beside you on the bed, her face flushed.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, your entire lower face is covered in her.

"You're evil," she pants, throwing an arm over her eyes.

"You literally tried to suffocate me like 2 minutes ago, babe."

"You meowed at me."

"Fair."

She turns to look at you, and even post orgasm with her makeup ruined and her hair fucked up beyond all recognition, she's unfairly beautiful. Then her eyes slowly travel down your body to the tent in your boxers.

"Mm," she says, breathlessly, "That looks uncomfortable ."

"Yeah, no shit."

Her hand reaches over, palming you through the fabric. You hiss at the contact. "Aw, poor baby. You want me to do something about that?"

"I think you know damn well what I'm going to say to that."

She smirks, energy already back. Her stamina is fucking insane. "I don't know, maybe I should just leave you like this. Payback for the meowing. And you look so cute all desperate and worked up for me."

"Tzuyu—"

"I'm kidding." She sits up, grabbing the hem of her sweater. "Besides, I need you to fuck me. Right fucking now."

She pulls the sweater over her head and chucks it somewhere behind her.

No bra.

Of course there's no bra.

Her tits are perfect, full and perky in a way that seems to defy the very laws of physics.

You're staring. You know you're staring. She knows you're staring.

"See something you like?" She shimmies a little, a cocky little smirk on her face.

You consciously pick your jaw up off the floor before responding. "You know I do."

She leans down, kissing you hard. She can absolutely taste herself on your tongue, but she doesn't seem to give a singular fuck, licking into your mouth like she's trying to scrape every last drop out. When she pulls back you're both breathing hard.

Her hands go to your boxers, yanking them down. Your cock springs free and she wraps her hand around it, stroking slowly.

"God, you're so hard." She squeezes and you groan. "All for me?"

"Who else would it be for? Your husband?"

She smacks your chest. "Don't talk about my husband while I'm holding your dick."

"You brought him up last week when—"

"That was different." She cuts you off with another stroke, thumb swiping over the head of your cock. She spreads the leaking precum around, using it as lube.

"How was that different?" You grunt.

"Because I was winning that argument."

"You're always winning arguments when you have your hand on my cock. It's basically cheating."

"Pretty smart strategy though, isn't it?" She strokes you again, slow and torturous. "Keeps you from saying stupid shit."

"No I'm pretty sure I can still say some stupid sh—" Your thoughts scatter when she squeezes again. "Fuck, Tzuyu."

"That's what I thought, baby."

She lets go of your cock and you have to choke back a frankly embarrassing whine, but then she's moving. Swinging her leg over your hips, straddling you again. Her bare pussy presses against your shaft, the heat making you throb.

"I," She grinds down, sliding her wet pussy along your length, "Am going to ride you until you can't remember your own fucking name. Sound good?"

"Sounds fucking perfect."

She lifts her hips, reaching down to line you up. The head of your cock presses against her entrance. She's so wet you could slide in with ease, but she takes her time, lowering herself inch by torturous inch.

She's so, so fucking tight. It doesn't matter how many times you fuck her, it always feels like the first. Her pussy grips your cock like it was made for it, lips clinging to it like it's trying to suck you inwards.

"Fuck," she breathes, sinking down until you're buried completely inside her. She sits there for a moment, hands braced on your chest. "You feel so good."

"This is great. You do all the work and I just get to enjoy."

"Not for long." She rolls her hips, grinding on your cock, and you both groan. "Just let me enjoy this for a second."

"Take your time. I've got an amazing view."

And you do. Her tits right in front of your face, abs flexing as she shifts, those thick thighs spread on either side of you. Your hands find those thighs, gripping the firm muscle.

"Obsessed," she teases.

"Yeah, like any warm-blooded male wouldn't be."

She lifts up slowly, almost, almost letting the head slip out, then slams back down. You both moan at the sensation.

"Fuck, Tzuyu—"

"What's wrong baby?" She lifts up again, slow as can be, then drops back down hard. The slap of skin echoes through the bedroom. "Can't handle me?"

"I can handle plenty. You're just—fuck—."

She does it again, rising up until just the tip of your cock is inside her, then slamming down. Her tits bounce with the impact and you can't help but stare, mesmerized.

"Just what?" She teases breathlessly.

"Being a fucking tease."

"Oh, baby," she leans down nipping at your ear, "you haven't seen half of it."

Then she really starts moving.

Her hips roll in a steady pattern, rising and falling on your cock. Every time she drops down, you can feel her pussy clench around you. The sounds filling the room are obscene. The slick noise of her pussy taking your cock over and over, her moans, your groans.

Your hands move from her thighs to her hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. You help guide her movements, pulling her down a little harder each time.

"Yes, yes just like that—" Her nails scratch into your chest. It stings like hell but you frankly don't give a shit. "Your cock feels so fucking good."

"You're so tight," you manage. Coherent thought is becoming difficult. "So fucking wet for me."

"Always—oh fuck—always wet for you."

She's riding you faster now, chasing her own pleasure. Sweat forms on her skin, a drop rolling down between her breasts. You want nothing more than to lick it off but she's moving too fast for you to reach.

The bed is creaking under you. Somewhere in the back of your mind you remember the girls are downstairs but you can't bring yourself to care. Not when Tzuyu looks like this, head thrown back, mouth open, riding your cock like her life depends on it.

"Touch me," she gasps. "Play with my tits."

You don't need to be told twice. Your hands leave her hips to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moans, loud and shameless.

"Harder."

You pinch her nipples and she clenches around your cock so tight you nearly cum right there.

"Fuck, do that again—"

You oblige, rolling the stiff peaks between your fingers. Her pussy floods with wetness, dripping down your cock to your balls warm and slick.

"I'm close," she whimpers. Her rhythm is getting sloppy, desperate. "So fucking close—"

"Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock?"

"Yes, yes, fuck yes—"

You thrust up to meet her, matching her pace, the angle making her cry out.

"Right there, oh god right there—"

You do it again, driving up into her. Her whole body shudders.

"Don't stop, please don't fucking stop—"

Like you could stop now even if you wanted to. You're getting close too, that familiar feeling building at the base of your spine. But you want her to cum first. Want to feel her pussy spasm and clench around you.

You sit up suddenly, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her steady. The position change makes her gasp. You can get deeper like this, and it finally allows you to capture one of those perfect nipples in your mouth.

"Oh fuck—" Her hands tangle in your hair, holding you against her chest. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna—"

You suck hard on her nipple and thrust up at the same time.

She cums with a scream, her pussy clamping down on your cock. You can feel her pulsing, gushing wetness soaking you both.

You slow your movements, letting her ride it out. Her forehead drops to your shoulder.

"Holy shit," she pants against your neck.

You're still rock hard inside her. Throbbing.

She notices with visible interest, clenching around you once to hear you grunt.

"Your turn," she breathes, pulling back to look at you with heavy lidded eyes.

You flip her.

One moment she's on top of you, the next she's on her back with you between her legs. She lets out a surprised laugh.

"Someone's eager."

"You got to cum. My turn."

You hook her legs over your shoulders, pushing them back toward her chest. The position makes her gasp, spreads her wide open for you. Those thighs press against your face and shoulders, warm and soft and absolutely perfect.

"Fuck, I love these thighs," you mutter, turning your head to kiss the inside of one.

"I'm aware." She's still breathless. "You never shut up about them."

"Can you blame me?"

You don't wait for an answer. You thrust into her, burying yourself deep. She's so wet from her orgasm that you slide in easily, and the sound she makes goes directly to your cock.

"Oh fuck—"

You set a hard pace immediately. Fucking her into the mattress while her thighs frame your head like a goddamn work of art.

"Yes, yes, harder—" Her hands grip the sheets. "Fuck me harder—"

You oblige. Each thrust makes her tits bounce, makes the bed creak louder. She's so tight around you it's almost painful, her pussy still sensitive from cumming.

"You feel so fucking good," you grunt, squeezing her thighs. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh.

"Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop—"

You can feel your orgasm building. That pressure at the base of your spine getting harder and harder to push off. You're close. Too close.

You slow down.

"What—no, why are you—" Tzuyu looks up at you with desperation in her eyes.

"Just pacing myself." You roll your hips slowly, grinding deep instead of thrusting.

"I was getting close again," she whines.

"I know."

"You're such an asshole."

"You love it."

She does. You can tell by the way she's clenching around you, by that pout on her lips.

You pick up the pace again, just enough to make her moan. Your hands slide along her thighs, feeling the muscle flex as she tries to pull you deeper.

"Please," she gasps. "I need—fuck—I need you to fuck me properly."

"This isn't proper?"

"You know what I mean—"

You thrust hard, once, and she nearly sobs.

"Like that?"

"Yes! Just like that, please—"

You do it again. Then stop. Her pussy clenches around you in frustration.

"I hate you," she pants.

"No you don't."

"I'm going to kill you."

"With these thighs, I hope." You kiss her inner thigh again, scraping your teeth against the skin. She shudders.

"You're obsessed."

"Yep."

You start moving again, finding a rhythm that's just enough to keep you both on edge. Not enough to push either of you over. Her legs are shaking around your head, her pussy dripping down onto the sheets.

"Please," Tzuyu begs. The sound of her begging does something to you. "Please, I'm so close—"

"Not yet."

"I'm going to fucking—"

You thrust deep and grind against her, cutting off whatever threat she was about to make. She just moans instead, nails scratching desperately at your arms.

You're playing with fire. You know if you keep this up much longer you won't be able to hold back.

"I need to cum," you grunt. "Fuck, Tzuyu, I need to cum."

"Then cum." She pulls you down, her legs unwrapping from your shoulders to lock around your waist instead. "Cum inside me. Fill me up."

You drop down, bracing yourself on your forearms on either side of her head. You slide deeper.

"I'm close too," she whimpers. "So fucking close."

You kiss her hard. Your hips move on autopilot now, chasing the release you've been craving. The wet slap of your bodies fills the room, mixing with her moans and your grunts.

"Together," she gasps against your mouth. "Cum with me, please—"

Her pussy tightens around you. You can feel her getting close, that little flutter.

"Fuck, Tzuyu—"

"I'm gonna—oh god I'm gonna—"

It hits you both at the same time. You groan as your cock pulses inside her, pumping her full of cum, and you can feel her pussy clenching and spasming around you, milking every drop.

And because you're apparently an idiot with approximately zero self preservation—

"Meow," you moan into her ear.

For a second she's too lost in her orgasm to process it. Her body is still shaking, pussy still pulsing around your cock. You're both riding out the aftershocks, your cum leaking out around your cock because there's just too much.

Then she goes very, very still.

You're still buried inside her. Still trying to catch your breath. Your brain is fuzzy from the orgasm, a dopey smile plastered on your face.

Tzuyu's hands grip your shoulders. Tight.

She slowly, deliberately, pushes you off of her. You slip out with a wet sound, cum immediately spilling out of her onto the sheets. She sits up, and the look on her face makes your survival instincts finally kick in.

"Did you—" Her voice is dangerously quiet. "Did you just fucking meow while you were cumming inside me?"

Oh you're in trouble.

"I—"

"Did you?"

Your brain scrambles for something, anything that might save you.

"...meow?" you offer weakly.

Her eye twitches.

"You're dead."

"Wait—"

Too late. She's on you in a second, tackling you back onto the bed. Those deadly thighs wrap around your head again and this time there's no mercy. She's actually trying to kill you.

"You think you're funny?" She squeezes. Hard. "You think that's fucking funny?"

You try to answer but your face is pressed directly against her cum-filled pussy, your own load dripping onto your face. You're suffocating in the mess you made and honestly? You can't even complain.

"Meowing." Squeeze. "While cumming." Squeeze. "Inside me."

Your hands tap frantically against her thighs but she ignores it.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

She loosens just enough for you to gasp out, "Worth it?"

That is, apparently, the wrong answer.

The thighs clamp back down with a vengeance. You're genuinely seeing the light now. Your vision is going dark at the edges.

But god, what a way to go.

Just when you think you might actually pass out, she releases you. You gasp for air, coughing.

Tzuyu looks down at you with a satisfied smirk. Your face is covered in cum, hers and yours mixed together. You probably look absolutely destroyed.

"You're lucky you're cute," she says.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?"

"Absolutely not." She climbs off you, stretching. "But I'll let you live. For now."

"Shame. Death by thighs is actually a bucket list item of mine."

"Can you go 20 fucking seconds without saying something stupid or mentioning my thighs?"

"…no."