Despite how enclosed Wukong's room was in the cave, it still managed to get the light to pour in. Like every morning, you felt the warm sun wash over you like a tide rolling into a beach. It took great effort to open your eyes, like every muscle in your body still wanted to stay sleeping. Sitting up was completely impossible but for different reasons.
When your looked down, your eyes still foggy from sleep, you saw him, your mate. Sun Wukong clung to you; he had his long, muscled arms wrapped around your waist and his head nestled into your breasts.
And so begins your ritual…
With a gentle hand, you comb your fingers through his gold colored hair. Playing with his fur like that rustled out some of his smells; citrus, sandalwood and the earth. Wukong purred into your chest as you carded his thick locks between your fingers. You felt him cling tighter to you, like an infant to it's mother. It was then you noticed how his tail was wrapped around on of your legs. Like a snake, his tail seemed to crawled up your thigh but not high enough to reach anything sensual. It was far to early.
"Wukong, dear," your voice was sleepy but none the less sweet.
As a protest, he only buried himself further into your breasts. You felt him ball his fists against your back, only scratched a little bit by his claws.
"It's morning," you said, only to get more protests.
"Will you let me up, Wukong?" you asked, voice still patient. You only got a stubborn little 'no'. You couldn't help but smile at him.
"We have to get up, dear," you said, a touch more insistent, only to get a more whiny 'no'.
When you tried to get up yourself, but to no effect; Wukong weighed you down like he weighs as much as Ruyi Jingu Bang. Try as you must, you could not get up. You knew he was smirking at how he was "winning" this little battle of yours.
"Just stay. It's too early," he said as he rose his face from your cleavage.
The sun light made his eyes look even more golden. His long pale lashes glistened ethereally like thread spun in Heaven and contrasted greatly with the deep red of his mask. He was such a beautiful creature and perfect in all measures. You could get lost in all his little details: how one of his sharp teeth poked out and into his top lip and gave him a youthful, crooked smirk… the way his hair was untameable (just like him) no matter how much it was combed… when he was scheming, he would poke out his tongue just the tiniest bit but you could always see it… the cute heart shaped patch of fur on his chest, just under his collar bone and had an ever so slightly different texture than the rest of his fur…
You were so transfixed on the little bits of him, you didn't notice him pull himself up to your level pull you into a hug with you lying on his chest. You didn't fight him, you somehow regained your sleepiness from his hold. With Wukong's hot skin against your cheek and his soft fur on your shoulders, you felt comfort in it. You felt like you could just sink into him like quick sand.
"Go back to sleep," said Wukong, giving you a kiss on your forehead. Suddenly, your eyes felt heavy, much heavier than when you woke up. With Wukong adjusting the blankets and pulled them over your exposed shoulders, you decided to just do what he asked. With a deep sigh, you closed your eyes and went back to sleep, clinging to your darling Sun Wukong.
Wukong: This just feels right, it's like a finally met the one. *He picks you up and starts shaking you in the air* What the fuck took You so long thoung!!! HUH?!?
You: I don't know 😭
Wukong: Where you've been all my life, huh? *still shakes you*
You: I DON'T KNOOOW!!! 😫
Wukong: there we're people out there breaking my heart from left to right, huh? Start talking, this is your fault, EXPLANATION PLEASE!
I realized that some of you really liked that drawing I did of the Monkey King with an anonymous human with a height difference (since Sun Wukong is canonically quite short XD) so I decided to draw them again.. By the way, thank you very much for those likes🙏🙏
“But Peeeeacheeees–!” Wukong whined pitifully. He hunched in on himself, wringing his tail fretfully while his wide, sad eyes pleaded with you.
It would have been more convincing if he wasn’t still dressed in his full royal regalia.
“Absolutely not. You know the rules,” You glanced up for your reading and gave his dirty armor a once over. From the droop of his feathery crown to his bare feet shuffling awkwardly in place. “No cuddles after training. You’re covered in sweat and mud and heaven knows what else.”
The monkey shuffled his way closer to the bed where you sat but froze in place at your warning glare.
“But I just wanted a kiss,” Wukong argued, his gaze hopeful and his mouth fighting back a cheeky smile. “Just one to show your mate you still love him?”
“I do love you, Wukong.”
He perked up, eager and ready to pounce.
“But I’m not kissing you right now.”
All his excitement drained away and he slumped over until he tumbled to the ground. “Oh, poor old Sun!” he moaned dramatically. “Denied the tender affections of his beloved mate! And all for the curse of being too stinky!”
You rolled your eyes at his antics. “The sooner you take a bath, Wukong, the sooner you can have your cuddles.”
The speed he leapt to his feet was dizzying to witness. “Fine, as my Peach commands,” he said with a bow. Then his eyes caught yours in a shimmer of mirth and his mouth curled into a sultry smirk. “Perhaps you would care to join me?”
“I’ll consider it,” you answered slying, setting your scroll aside. “After you’ve rinsed off. Then I’ll help you with your fur if you’d like.”
Where the Monkey King had stood only seconds before now sat a lone pauldron. Only a few steps away, it’s matching twin lay discarded on the floor followed by a greave kicked off in the doorway. You couldn’t help but giggle as you followed after the golden trail, just as eager to cuddle your clean monkey to his heart’s content.
AN: What's one way to deal with writer's block on a smut fic? Write another smut fic of course. I wanted to make some propaganda for my favorite headcanon - short Wukong - and @monkeykingdomblog2 helped get me inspired to write this in the first place so, here it is!
Tags: Smut, Past Pregnancy, Pregnancy Mention, Lactation kink, Cockwarming, Short!Wukong, if I missed a tag let me know, I'm just sick of looking at all my WIPs
"Really, it's no wonder everyone looked down on him, it's hard not to!"
"Careful, don't let him hear you, his temper is famously short!"
Wukong's tail twitched in aggravation at the words of the gossiping servants. He was tempted to step away from the main gathering of Celestials and Gods to teach them a lesson for disrespecting an elder like himself, but refrained. He had spent years learning from his master to be patient and let things go, and you were having a lovely time catching up with old friends…he didn't want to ruin that for you.
You had even chosen a special outfit for tonight, one that showed off your supple skin and curves, your legs completely bare and only covered by a split skirt that trailed to the floor on your front and back. The soft fabric connected to a golden collar on your neck that showed off proudly who you belonged to, the fat of your tits barely concealed by the cloth trying in vain to bind them. You had been so nervous about wearing such a revealing outfit, confiding in him that the baby weight from your most recent newborn still wasn't gone, and he had responded by tugging you down by your collar and kissing you senseless.
Tonight was a chance for you to feel beautiful and indulge yourself as you spoke with friends, your little ones safe at home with their caretakers looking after them for the night. Wukong would not let his temper ruin this for you, no matter what whispers he heard.
You glance down at him briefly while speaking to the Blue Fairy Sister of Heaven, giggling politely at her small talk. You don't say anything to him, but can clearly see the irritation he's repressing. Your hand slipped into his own at his side, squeezing gently in reassurance as you continued talking.
Right, it didn't matter if some nobody servants were joking about his height. He was here to visit old friends with you and indulge in the party - the delectable foods, the beautiful performances, and his favorite, the peach wine. A different servant carrying a tray of said wine walks past, and he has to lean up on his tip toes to snag a glass as they go. His ear flicks at the sound of the two gossiping servants laughing at the sight, and he has to grit his teeth to keep calm. He doesn't notice the adoring look you give him, your free hand laying over your heart as you smile down at him. He does see the Blue Fairy Sister hold the sleeve of her robe up to cover her mouth as she giggles.
Great, another person laughing his stature.
Wukong doesn't see the blush rising to your cheeks, knowing that your friend was laughing at your smitten smile and not your husband's height. You gently swat at her as Wukong grinds his teeth into dust and refuses to look up.
He needs to calm down. Take deep breaths…
"What does she even see in him? Someone so small can't possibly be satisfying as a husband."
"It has to be the riches and title he holds right? Honestly can he even…satisfy someone in bed with how short he is?"
"Maybe another monkey-"
It is only from years of careful cultivation and training that Wukong is able to stop himself from shattering the crystal wine glass in his hand as his whole body stiffens at the offensive words. The fur along his spine prickles and stands on end - he can feel his fangs and bottom tusks start to grow in his jaw, elongating and starting to curve out, the desire to turn and snarl at those two disrespectful little wretches surging through him like a tidal wave.
And behind the anger, the overwhelming bite of insecurity gnaws at him.
He's always been short. Even among his people there are certain species of monkey and ape yaoguai that stand taller than him. He's heard every insult about his height imaginable from the countless enemies he's fought, but none of them actually…bother him. Would he be annoyed at being underestimated and disrespected? Yes. Would their words make him feel insecure and embarrassed? No.
He knows his worth. He's a king, a powerful God that made the Jade Emperor himself cower on his throne. The disrespect is irritating, but never has it affected his self image.
That changes when it comes to you.
You are…everything, to him. You've been with him through his highest achievements and his lowest points. Supported him when he needed it most and made him the happiest being in all the realms when you agreed to marry him, and tripled that happiness when you agreed to have his children. He strives every day to be the best mate he can be for you, to swallow his pride and do things for you he wouldn't for anyone else, because seeing you happy brings him peace like nothing else can.
To dare suggest that he can't…satisfy you? It makes him feel so enraged he can feel smoke gathering in his lungs and aching to billow out of his open maw, his skin hardening to stone with the desire to rip and tear into flesh, to taste blood on his tongue once more, and teach those fools a lesson in humility.
He doesn't notice that the conversation between you and the Blue Fairy Sister has come to a pause, glaring hard at the floor as he grits his teeth and wills himself to not transform in his anger. He can feel your hand slip out of his own and it's enough to bring him back to reality for a moment, the fear that you've caught on and are upset with him washing over him as a cold dose of reality. He looks up to see the Blue Fairy Sister has excused herself to join her six other sisters and their Queen Mother, right as he feels your soft arms wrapping around his shoulders from behind.
Your hands roam down his chest and over the gold of his suozi armor, your soft cheek rubbing against the fur of his neck and your lips pressing against the shell of his ear. Because of the height difference between you it's easy for you to lay yourself against his back, and he can feel the soft plushness of your tits resting against his shoulders, his neck slotted between the two mounds like a pillow made specially for him. A shiver races down his spine as he goes rigid, for an entirely different reason than anger.
"Don't pay those two fools any mind, my love." You whisper into his ear. His tail slips underneath the draping folds of your lovely outfit, curling around the thickness of your thigh. "Stupidity can't be fixed by a good pounding, but…I know something else that could use a good pounding~" And it hits him full force, the heady intoxicating scent of your arousal. It swirls around you both and fills his lungs, leaving him feeling more drunk than any alcohol could manage. Your nose nuzzles against his cheek and he can feel the warmth of your tongue as you lick over the skin of his cheekbone.
He swallows hard, giving you a heated look as his free hand comes up to carefully slide his claws into your updo hairstyle, gripping the back of your head and holding you close. You wiggle happily against him and he can feel your heavy tits bounce with the movement against his neck.
"How can I say no to such a beautiful lady?" He purrs in response, pressing his nose against your cheek and chirping happily. He can feel eyes of the other Celestials on you both and he knows they won't stand for such behavior much longer.
That's fine, he's ready to take you home anyways.
He carefully untangles his claws from your hair and steps away enough to offer you his arm, ignoring the strain of his hardening cock in his pants. You titter in delight at him, taking his arm and snuggling close once again, completely unbothered by his shorter stature. Wukong begins to lead you away from the party to the open night sky, peaking up at you to admire how beautiful you look as his wife, covered in jewelry and fine fabrics befitting a Monkey Queen.
You're not looking at him though. Instead you're glaring at the two gossiping servants as you walk away, your expression making it clear that they only continue to live because of your mercy. The two servants cower against the wall, unable to look either of you in the eye as you walk past.
Wukong feels a dopey grin stretch across his face, admiring the coldness of your glare.
He needs to get you home fast.
~~~~~~~
"O-oh, oh please, please Wu-Wukong—m-more!" Your voice is music to his ears, accompanied by the rhythmic wet slap of his hips against yours as he folds you in half against your shared bed. Your eyes are locked on to him as he kneels between your legs, pretty lips open to cry his name as he fucks you hard and fast. Your tits and tummy jiggle with every thrust, the sight of your body hypnotizing and erotic for him to watch. Stretch marks and signs of growth litter your form, reminders of the gifts you've given him, the tiny sleeping bundles of fur just down the hall. It makes his blood heat in his veins, the urge to knock you up again with a new one coiling in his gut, his cock twitching in delight at the thought. You wouldn't be against it either, he knows.
He pushes your legs further up as he leans over your willing body, enamored by the screech of delight you give at having your clit rubbed constantly by his furry waistline with the new position. You throw your head into the pillows and arch your back at the new stimulation, pressing further into his touch as he grinds his hips against yours. He grins with all his teeth at the pathetic moan you give in response, something primal in his mind feeling satisfied by the sight you make.
"E-enjoying yourself, sweet peach? Does my perfect wi—wife like having her cunt fucked so hard?" He growls, tail flicking eagerly against the bed as he thrust into you. Your walls squeeze down hard at his words, a fluttering feeling he's very familiar with by now. He can't help but let out a dark chuckle, moving his hands from the back of your thighs up to where your tits bounce in front of his face. Your own hands immediately move to keep your legs held up as he mercilessly pinches one of your nipples, taking the other one into his warm mouth. He nips at the sensitive flesh once before suckling forcefully, and he feels your pussy stop it's fluttering to clamp down tight. Your nipples are still so sensitive from the breast feeding, and the taste of you milk is so intoxicating he thinks - not for the first time - that he could easily get drunk off the warm liquid. Your legs lock around his waist as your hands bury into the fur of his head and shoulders, holding him close as you cum hard underneath him.
"Wu-Wukong-! Fuh—fuck! Cum inside, please please pleaseplease-Ineedit-!" Your voice and tight hold on him is enough to make the coil in his abdomen snap, burying himself into your welcoming heat as he feels his balls clench as his cum floods your insides. You squeal at the feeling, hips jerking desperately under his strong hold as he keeps drinking from your tit. A deep noise escapes his throat as he relishes the feel of his own orgasm - the heat of your soft body wrapped tight around him, your pussy fluttering uncontrollably around his cock, the way the fat of your waist and hips squishes under his fingers as he holds you close.
It's absolute paradise.
He can feel the way your muscles go limp as your orgasm fades away, leaving your chest heaving and your legs shaking where they still cling to his own hips. His own is slowly fading, his cock twitching as more thick dribbles of cum leak out into you, and a sense of calm contentment washes over him. He lets his eyes flutter open to the sight of your skin, covered in salty sweat he wants to lap up. But tracing his tongue over your skin means letting go of the sweet nipple in his mouth, and he isn't certain he wants to do that just yet. He gulps down another mouthful of warm milk and hears you whimper in response, your spent body giving a full shiver at the feeling as your hands pull him impossibly closer.
No, he's very comfortable like this for now.
"Mffhh-I love this…" He hears your breathy voice above him. He hums in response, dragging his teeth delicately over your nipple just to see you shudder once more. "Y-you're so good to me…my sweet king…"
He looks up at you from where he suckles only to be greeted by your warm smile, your fingers dancing along the length of his fur. The sincerity of your voice makes his cheeks feel warm, a shyness he doesn't normally feel washing over him as he enjoys your body in a post orgasm haze. He can feel his own cum trying to leak out around his cock and onto the bed below you both, the pressure building as his cock twitches and leaks another few ropes of viscous cream into you.
"You always satisfy me, my love. Every time. I love how easy it is for me to hold you like this-" To prove your point you wrap your arms around his shoulders and tug him impossibly closer to your warmth, his smaller frame snuggled into yours like a plush pillow. He lets your tit pop out of his mouth to lick his way across your salty skin, nipping at the skin of your other nipple before taking it between his lips as well. Warm milk leaks immediately onto his tongue, and you whimper in overstimulation beneath him. "Fuck, you make me feel so good baby. No matter the size or form you take, you know just how I love to be touched."
You press a long, gentle kiss to his forehead as your pussy squeezes around his cock once more. He shudders, the comments from earlier in the night fading away from his memory as he loses himself in your softness. Who cares if he's short? He has plenty of skill and reach to make his perfect mate cry in pleasure, and that's the biggest boost to his ego he could ever receive. He lets your nipple go with a soft 'pop', smirking as milk dribbles down his chin as he nuzzles into your chest.
"Just let me know when you're ready and we'll go again sweet peach~" He rocks his hips against you, slow and deep, delighted by the trembling groan you give when the head of his cock hits the soft, gummy part of your cunt that has you seeing stars. He's not even breathless yet, his cock still hard and ready for more rounds as soon as your weaker stamina can catch up. You nod breathlessly, biting your bottom lip and gently tugging his face back to your tit, encouraging him to latch on once again.
Wukong does so, drinking from you as you rest a little longer.
No one is surprised when your next visit to the Heavenly Realm comes with the announcement that you're pregnant once more.
If someone were to ask him what the most beautiful or glorious thing he had ever seen throughout his immortal life was, he would say it was you.
Not the Celestial Kingdom, nor even the countless beautiful mornings and nights he could witness from atop his mountain, could ever compare to how beautiful you were. Even the smallest imperfect detail about you was something beautiful to him.
He would never grow tired of saying it or remembering just how beautiful you were, not even while joking around and calling himself the “Handsome Monkey King.”
But yes, his answer to the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in the entire world would be you.
