**The First Time at Mihou’s Grandparents’ House**

I never thought I’d ever get this chance—especially not here, in Mihou’s grandparents’ house, with them just down the hall. But the moment the door clicked shut behind us, their hand was already on my chest, pushing me back onto the bed.

Mihou had always been this untouchable, almost mythical figure to me—beautiful, confident, and just a little dangerous. And now they were climbing onto my lap, their body pressed tight against mine, their mouth hot and hungry against my neck.

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” they murmured, their voice low and teasing as their fingers traced down my chest, stopping just above the waistband of my jeans.

I didn’t even have time to answer before they were undoing my belt, their hands slipping inside, wrapping around my cock. I groaned, my hips jerking up into their grip.

“Fuck, Mihou—”

They smirked, squeezing me just hard enough to make my back arch, their thumb rubbing over the tip. “Thought so.”

I was already leaking, my cock throbbing in their hand as they stroked me slowly, watching my face. Their touch was maddening, teasing—just enough to drive me crazy but not enough to give me what I needed.

“Please,” I choked out, gripping their hips hard.

Mihou laughed, low and throaty, before shifting back just enough to tug their shirt off, revealing smooth skin and soft curves. Their chest was bare, their nipples already hard, and when they pressed against me again, I could feel the heat between their legs, even through their clothes.

I didn’t wait for permission—my hands were on their waist, yanking them down against my lap, grinding them against my cock. They let out this sharp, breathy moan, fingers digging into my shoulders.

“God, you feel good,” they panted, rolling their hips, their cunt rubbing against me through the fabric.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I flipped us over, pinning them beneath me, my mouth crashing down onto theirs as my hands shoved their pants down their thighs. They gasped when I touched them—their pussy was already soaked, their clit swollen under my fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I groaned, pressing two fingers inside them, watching their back arch off the bed.

Mihou moaned, their thighs clamping around my hand as I curled my fingers, rubbing against that spot that made them shudder. “More—please, Wukong, I need—”

I didn’t make them beg. I pulled my fingers out, lining my cock up against their entrance, pushing in with one slow, deep thrust.

Their mouth fell open in a silent cry, their nails scratching down my back as I bottomed out inside them, their cunt clenching tight around me.

“Shit,” I hissed, my hips jerking instinctively, my cock throbbing inside the wet, perfect heat of them.

Mihou wrapped their legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Move,” they demanded, voice rough.

I obeyed.

I fucked them hard, my hips slamming into theirs, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. Mihou’s moans were loud, desperate, their hands gripping the sheets as I pounded into them.

“You feel—fuck—so good,” they gasped, their body shaking beneath me.

I reached between us, my thumb circling their clit, and that was all it took—their back arched, their cunt squeezing me so tight I saw stars as they came, their nails digging into my arms.

The sight of them falling apart was enough to push me over the edge. With one last deep thrust, I buried myself inside them, groaning as I came, my cock pulsing, filling them up.

For a second, all I could hear was our ragged breathing.

Mihou smirked up at me, still panting. “Told you my grandparents wouldn’t hear shit.”

I collapsed onto the bed beside them, laughing. “You’re fucking insane.”

They just grinned, rolling onto their side to kiss me. “And you love it.”

I couldn’t argue with that.