**Title: The Reunion**

The apartment was too quiet—just the hum of the AC and the distant sounds of the city outside. I hadn’t seen Mihou in months, not since the divorce, but here we were, standing in the dim light of my living room, the tension between us thick enough to choke on.

They looked the same—golden eyes, that cocky smirk, their tail flicking lazily behind them. The only difference? The way their body had changed since the last time I’d touched them. Slimmer, softer in some places, firmer in others. Their chest was flat, but the curve of their hips was unmistakable, and I knew what lay between their legs—something that had always driven me wild.

“Miss me?” Mihou purred, stepping closer. Their scent hit me—spice and something sweet, fucking intoxicating.

I swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t be here.”

They laughed, low and throaty. “You called *me*, Sun Wukong.”

I had. Drunk, stupid, aching. And now they were here, and my cock was already straining against my pants, remembering how good they’d always felt.

Mihou reached out, fingers brushing my chest. “You’re still such a mess,” they murmured. “All muscle and no fucking sense.”

I grabbed their wrist, pulled them against me. Their body was warm, *alive*, and when they pressed their thigh between my legs, I groaned. “Fuck—stop playing.”

“Make me.”

I did.

Their mouth was hot under mine, lips parting with a gasp as I kissed them hard, biting their lower lip just to hear them whine. Their hands clawed at my shirt, ripping it open as I shoved them back against the wall. They laughed, breathless, even as I yanked their pants down, my fingers sliding between their legs to find them already wet.

“Fuck, you’re *dripping*,” I growled.

Mihou arched against my touch. “Been thinking about you,” they panted. “About your cock.”

I shoved two fingers inside them without warning. They *squeaked*, tail lashing as their cunt clenched around me. “Shit—*more*—”

I fucked them with my fingers, rough and fast, curling them just right to make them moan. Their dick—small, hard, already leaking—twitched against my palm, and I squeezed, making them cry out.

“You still like it rough,” I muttered, watching their face twist.

“You—*ah*—you know I do,” they gasped.

I pulled my fingers out, slick with them, and licked them clean just to see them shudder. Then I grabbed their hips, spun them around, and bent them over the arm of the couch. Their ass was perfect, round and tight, their tail flicking impatiently.

I didn’t wait. I shoved my cock into their pussy in one brutal thrust.

Mihou *screamed*, hands scrambling for grip as I bottomed out inside them. “Fuck, *fuck*—!”

I held still for a second, letting them adjust—barely—before pulling back and slamming into them again. Their cunt was so fucking wet, so tight, squeezing me like they never wanted to let go.

“You feel *so good*,” I growled, gripping their hips hard enough to bruise.

Mihou whimpered, pushing back against me. “Harder—*please*—”

I gave it to them.

Each thrust rocked them forward, their ass slapping against my thighs as I fucked them raw. Their moans were music, high and desperate, their pussy fluttering around me as they got closer. I reached around, grabbing their dick and stroking in time with my thrusts.

“Gonna come?” I panted.

“Y-yes—*fuck*, yes—”

I bit their shoulder. “Do it.”

They *screamed*, their cunt clamping down on my cock as they came, their dick pulsing in my hand. The way they tightened around me was too much—I groaned, fucking them through it until my own orgasm ripped through me. I came deep inside them, grinding my hips to milk every drop.

For a second, all we could do was breathe.

Then Mihou turned their head, smirking. “Missed that too, huh?”

I smacked their ass. “Shut up.”

They just laughed.