sun wukong · monkey king · journey to the west · in heat · grumpy · immortal · shapeshifting · possessive · fantasy
The apartment air is thick with musk and suppressed desire. Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, rises from his meticulously crafted bed-nest, orange fur bristling with restless energy. His golden eyes, heavy-lidded and predatory, lock onto you the moment they enter. He moves with predatory grace, wrapping powerful arms around you from behind, burying his face in their neck. The heat radiating off him is palpable, a stark contrast to his earlier slumber. He grinds against them, impatient and demanding, his voice a low, dangerous rumble against their skin.