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The apartment door eases open with a satisfying creak, and you adjust the strap of the bag slung around your shoulder.
You aren’t instantly warded off by the moonlit room, as a matter of fact, the darkness seems to be inviting you in, both you and it having grown used to each other from spending so much time in this apartment. Taking careful steps, you move further inside, static flickering from the tv screen nearby. There’s some show playing on it that could barely keep your attention for more than a few seconds as set the bag down on the counter. The contents within said bag, are full of the reward you had reaped after a long, fun day with MK and the Great Sage himself.
You returned later than originally intended however, having dedicated today’s hours to train alongside your friends and then harvest fruit with them afterwards. But, you still lost track of time, and aren't sure it could be made up.
You make a mental note about how you really need to thank MK for giving you a ride home, when the air around you stills into a shivering freeze, like the Summer heat has just been snuffed out by an unseen force. A phantom gust of wind politely swings the door shut, the cold taking its opportunity to crawl along your spine. You turn around, a warped echo filling your ears and reverberating off the walls. No sooner after that, the darkness begins to shift and swirl right before your very eyes.
Just about any rational being would believe their mind to be playing tricks on them, but you already know better. The shadows are indeed stretching and merging, and the strange echo goes from faint to distinctive in moments. Dozens of voices layered on top of one another bounce all around you with no visible source, that is until it all comes to a stop and forms a singular voice.
“Oho! Look who’s back.”
You look at the wall to your left where the perky greeting is at its loudest, and from that wall, a figure strolls through with little effort as though they’re pushing past a thin curtain. Shadowy wisps curl around their master’s ankles, trailing up from the newcomer’s body before disappearing into smoky plumes and retreating back into the room’s darkest corners.
The dark haired demon spins on his heel, mischievous, piercing eyes looking you over with a fanged grin to match. He leans against the back section of the couch, his tail swaying to and fro. “And just when I was starting to get antsy.”
You smile at the informal hello, thankful to see your boyfriend again.
“Hey,” There’s an apologetic softness in your voice, one you wouldn’t be able to hide from him. Macaque knows when something’s bothering you, and you suppose there’s no point in trying to bury the lingering guilt about coming home late.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how much time had passed until I noticed the sun starting to set.”
The horizon’s pink and orange hues have long since vanished, now replaced by a vast, twinkling nightfall with the moon’s bountiful luminescence fixed firmly in place. It isn’t that uncommon for one of you to return after dark, after all Macaque has his own line of work that he tends to. But, you had offered him an invitation to Flower Fruit Mountain once you explained your plans for the day. He respectfully declined, and although he wouldn’t say why, you got the feeling that he wasn’t in the mood to see Wukong, despite the dark furred simian being on somewhat decent terms with MK after Lady Bone Demon’s defeat.
Still, you pull a smirk after your apology, wanting to show that you’re fine and nothing major happened in your absent time.
“I didn’t make you worry, now did I?”
You emphasize this with playful puppy-dog eyes and an exaggerated quiver of your bottom lip. Macaque’s tail halts mid flick, beams of shimmering yellow blinking in the dark threshold. Ah, you must’ve caught him in the act, that he is actually worried and your words rang true. The hint of surprise on his face is gone as soon as it comes, crossing his arms and looking off to the side with a half-smirk.
“I know you can handle yourself out there, Sugarplum.” He sounds a bit too confident, something he realizes and quickly tries to adjust. The guy stops himself and scratches the back of his head awkwardly, avoiding your gaze. “But, like I said before, if you’re ever in a real pinch- Just give a holler and I won’t hesitate to lend you a hand.”
Oh, he’s definitely been worrying.
That small sting of guilt comes back, and you think about how he stayed here and kept waiting for your safe return, how he showed a massive amount of restraint by not following you around in your shadow because he upholds your boundaries.
On the other hand though, you do find it kind of endearing that someone so secretive with their true emotions would confess his concern for you, albeit in a roundabout way. Then again, Macaque taught you how to fight, and you learned some of his moves. You spent hours training in his dojo so that you could fend off any menace that threatened you or your friends, so what’s there for him to fret about?
“I know.” You walk up to the warrior and press a quick, unexpected kiss to his cheek, causing him to stiffen from the token of affection.
When you pull away, you notice his gaze still lingering on you, and that it reflects…no, that couldn’t be suspicion, could it? You watch his nose twitch for a moment, but before you can ask if something’s wrong, you think better of it and brush it off as Macaque just being nervous from your tardy arrival.
“What’d you do while I was gone?” Is what you ask instead, curious about your boyfriend’s day.
There’s an odd amount of silence in the time it takes for him to reply, like he actually needs to process what you just said. And, for a demon known for his supernatural hearing, that only makes you all the more confused.
Macaque steps away from the couch in favor of coming up to you from behind, arms wrapping around your waist and nestling his chin on your shoulder. You give into the loving gesture, the dark furred simian smiling up at you with those wickedly sharp canines.
“Nothing much,” He shrugs against you. “It probably wasn’t anywhere near as boring as your day, though.”
You roll your eyes at the obvious jest. Macaque doesn’t want you to actually have a lame or bad day, but you know as well as him that he’s fine tuned to make little jokes about his old friend turned bitter rival.
Thankfully, his pursuit to kill Wukong has since been abandoned when the shadow demon and MK first teamed up a few months ago to stop the world from being obliterated. Which in turn means that he has no qualms whatsoever about you visiting Flower Fruit Mountain with your posse whenever you please, but he can’t help but make jabs at the Great Sage’s expense if he has the chance.
“I mean, I don’t know how you were able to stand being with Wukong for a day, but you’re pretty tough, ain’tcha?”
“Hush,” You smile and caress his face with one hand, fingers delicately grazing over his ears, which is a feeling he secretly adores. His tail that’s been moving in a smooth sashay switches to a frantic thwip, Macaque trying to force back a purr from rumbling in his throat- but you just love it when you actually manage to get a purr out of him.
“MK was there too, you know.”
“Ah, good ol’ MK and his babysitter. Or, wait, it’s the other way around.” Macaque snickers while keeping his hold on you like you’re the most damn fascinating thing he’s ever seen.
You try and hold back a laugh of your own, because honestly, it might be a twinge true. From the interactions you’ve had with Monkie King, he was eccentric, if not a bit silly, but still tried his hardest to step into the mentor role that MK needs. In the end, you’ve come to appreciate the wholesomeness that the mentor and student have to offer.
“We actually picked fruit after training, and I got to bring some home, if you want it.”
Your eyes dart towards the tote bag you had set down minutes prior, and Macaque follows your gaze with intrigue. He disregards it, setting his sights back on you as he lifts his head up from your shoulder.
“I know that it’s late and all,” He starts, trying to keep his smug tone afloat in spite of the hesitation he just let slip. Whatever the “but” is about to be, you both know that you couldn’t possibly reject such a handsome, devoted face.
“But, I kinda figured that you’d wanna relax too, so…” He finally pulls out of the embrace and shrugs. “You wanna split some of that fruit and watch a movie? Which, thanks by the way, for bringing the fruit.”
Even though your day consisted of an intense training session followed by some not-so intense fruit gathering, you aren’t really all that tired. Wukong and MK knew how to strike the perfect balance between body and mind, the three of you taking meditation breaks to conserve energy before resuming your activities. There’s at least an hour or two left to kill anyways, so what’s the harm?
Not to mention, you admittedly missed Macaque’s presence while up on Flower Fruit Mountain. You hope someday that your boyfriend and his ex-friend will at least try to be civil with one another if the demon ever accepts to come visit. But that doesn’t mean you don’t understand why Macaque is so hesitant, considering the tale you’ve heard regarding the Hero and Warrior.
The two of you snuggle side by side on the couch after you both decided on a movie. It’s rare to get these little, domestic moments nowadays, but it’s nobody’s fault. You and him have busy schedules to tend to, even though it’s Summer. There just isn’t enough time to make plans, although an impromptu couch cuddle is also out of the ordinary too since Macaque usually isn’t the type to do so. Maybe he longed for your arrival that much? Regardless, he tends to prefer training in the dojo located downstairs in the flat, or cook depending on the day.
About twenty or so minutes into the movie, you become distracted. Distracted, but not tired. Every now and then, your stare would peel itself away from the screen and drift towards your boyfriend. Your glances turn more frequent, and by the fifth time you do so, you come to realize that he’s been doing the same. Your eyes lock onto his before you whip your head back towards the screen, shifting awkwardly in place. There’s no way Macaque was gawking at you just now, was he? You look again, wanting to make sure that wasn’t a one-off incident.
Your befuddled gaze flits over to him once more, and almost immediately are your suspicions confirmed. Intense, honey colored eyes linger on you, on your neck to be precise. Or maybe it’s your collarbone? Whatever the demon is ogling, he has yet to become aware that you’ve caught on.
And, why does he look so tense? It’s confusing, to say the least. A movement from the corner of your eye sends your focus to a dark tail flicking in irritation. He starts fidgeting in discomfort, his nose twitching more prominently this time.
The first thing that comes to thought, is that something’s wrong. By now you’re used to your partner’s mystique, his tendency to be cryptic and vague, but the way he’s acting here is…unusual. What could possibly be holding the shadow warrior back from speaking up right away? Then it occurs to you that you might have an unpleasant combination of dirt and sweat on you from today’s adventure at Flower Fruit Mountain. But, the only kind of odor wafting off of you right now is that of freshly picked fruit you collected with MK and Wukong!
Just to be sure that you haven’t overlooked anything obvious, that you might’ve missed something as to why Macaque isn’t being vocal- maybe he doesn’t want to embarrass you? You rise from the couch with the intention of quietly slinking into the bathroom so you could freshen up.
You take a couple steps before hearing a sound from behind. You glance over your shoulder to see what it was, and a puzzled blink crosses your face. The couch, formerly occupied by two individuals, now sits empty with only a disturbed blanket as evidence that someone was there just a moment ago. Assuming that the demon also needed a reason to get up, you prepare to call out his name so you could learn where he’s fled off to.
When you turn back around, his name dies halfway up your throat and sinks into your skipping heart. You avoid a near-collision with the very simian you’re looking for, inches from your presence. You must’ve not heard him approaching while your back was turned. Despite the scare, a relieved sigh comes out of you.
“What was that for?” You demand with narrowed eyes, unamused by his little prank. This isn’t the first time he’s snuck up on you as a joke, but those times he’d give you a heads up beforehand with some kind of sound to tip you off. Right now however, he’s silent as the shadows, and you swear if he doesn’t give you an answer this instant-
Is he still staring at your neck?
With your path to the bathroom now abruptly obstructed, you put all your attention on the demon. Macaque has a frown on his lips this time, although it isn’t a tight one. He looks… displeased about something, like he’s thinking about how he should solve a problem while his eyes stay pinned on your neck.
You aren’t sure what has him so fixated on it, but you definitely aren’t able see whatever has him so worked up. The demon’s tail tip thrashes against the hardwood floor with a thunk, and whether or not he feels pained by it, he doesn’t express such. Not that you could really tell, considering he’s solely concentrated on you with a nearly indistinguishable expression.
The look on his face is completely unreadable, yet so distinct. Is it surprise? No, that’s not right. Agitation, perhaps? A cocktail of the two that has him at a standstill with his emotions? Maybe it’s contemplation-
Seriously, what in the Celestial Realm is going on with him?
You raise a brow at Macaque, having finally reached your limit. You don’t know how long you’ll be able to hold his attention for, but you need to say something about his strange nature. Which, yes, he was strange at times, but this is ridiculously off-brand for him.
“Is something wrong?”
The hardness in your voice pulls the shadowy simian back to reality, waves of gold looking up at you and nothing else. Not past you, not at the tv, just your eyes alone.
After an uncomfortably long pause- you’re pretty sure he’s drawing this out for the sake of dramatic effect- you give an annoyed huff and cross your arms before repeating yourself.
“Macaque? I said, is something-“
“It’s…all over you.”
You barely hear him, and even when you do you don’t have a clue what he means.
“What?”
“It-” The dark haired demon shakes his head with a half grunt, like he’s fighting back the vice-like grip of a spell. Fire returns to his eyes, and he speaks more clearly this time so he can make his concerns known. “That scent. His scent, it’s all over you. Don’t you smell it?”
He tilts his head as he asks this, perhaps because he’s just now realizing that you weren’t aware.
“No…?” You answer slowly. “I don’t smell anything.” What did he say again? Something about having “his” scent on you? “Look, could you please stop being so vague-”
Your words trail away as he closes the remaining space between the two of you. Macaque’s glowing gaze holds onto you, unyielding. You’re certain that he’s so close, he could probably hear the blood rushing through your veins. The warrior continues, not sounding particularly angry, at least, not at you. But that begs the question, what, or who, is he frustrated with? Himself?
“Peaches.” He murmurs flatly, and his face becomes more forlorn. “I’d recognize it from anywhere.”
The response still provides little clarity, and now you’re hopelessly confused about all this. You just could not understand what he possibly means by-
Your eyes slowly shift towards the bag of fruit you had picked with your friends earlier, and it all clicks.
You never collected any peaches while up on Flower Fruit Mountain, and while there’s a hodgepodge of fruity scents clinging to you, it’s impossible for one of them to be peaches. That is, unless you’ve spent all day with a friendly, laid back monkey who loves that specific food. You trained with him today, and laughed side by side with MK in the Great Sage’s domain.
So, of course you’re going to come back home embedded with the aroma of peaches and ambrosia, but there’s no way you would’ve noticed since the very winds of the mountain carry that exact essence on its breeze.
That’s when it dawns on you about how you currently happen to smell exactly like your boyfriend’s rival, and that it’s probably what’s been bothering him. Even though you figured it out; a strange mixture of emotions stirs inside of you.
One side wants to be sympathetic, from the guilt of coming home late, to unknowingly staining yourself with the other simian’s scent. On the other hand however, irritation claws at you for Macaque’s pettiness, and if he actually thought about it for a moment, this could’ve easily been resolved if he just said something instead of being all distant!
“That’s not my fault,” You suddenly blurt out, unsure if your cheeks are tinted pink from anger or embarrassment. An interesting thing about you, is that you’re unafraid to challenge the demon when necessary.
And truthfully, it’s one of the reasons Macaque took a flame to you in the first place. The resilience and honest nature that burns within you gives him a sense of normalcy, that you see him as just another guy and not some power-hungry monster.
“I couldn’t even tell that I smelled like peaches, how can you…”
Your impromptu ramble comes to a screeching halt when Macaque leans forward, his soft black locks brushing against the side of your face.
“I know,” The warm, gravel-like voice reaches your ear, and the heat from your head travels straight to your face. “I’d never blame you for this.”
You hold yourself back from gasping when you feel a wiry, fur covered appendage curl around one of your legs and give it a gentle, protective squeeze.
The shadow simian’s huskiness drops into a growl, exposing the true subject of his anger. “It was Wukong, he…” A blend between a sigh and a dry half-chuckle leaves him, one that feels a little too good against you. “Can’t believe he’d stoop so low just to rile me up, that he’d use you to get to me.”
Whatever dastardly scheme Macaque thinks the Great Sage has up his sleeve, is definitely non-existent. You try to swallow back a scoff at how silly his proposal sounds, but unfortunately it forces itself past your lips. You don’t want to discredit your lover’s concerns, and you get that he doesn’t want you roped into some kind of maniacal plot, but to believe Wukong had done this out of malicious intent is a bit of a reach.
It’s better to put his mind at ease though, so he isn’t anxious for the rest of the night. So, you decide to reassure him. “Do you honestly think someone like Wukong would bother to plan out something like this? You’ve always said that he acts first, and that “dumb luck” always falls into his lap.”
Macaque remains silent for a moment before swallowing, his tail tip thumping against your left leg.
“That monkey can be pretty sneaky if he wants to be.”
“Says you.” You smile in an effort to lighten the mood. If he wants to talk about sneaky monkeys, then he also fits into that category.
The demon mirrors your smile and lowers his head against the crook of your neck. Your blush deepens from the silent laugh against your skin, clawed fingers gingerly intertwining with your own.
“You’ve got a point, Sugarplum.” He rasps while ever so subtly tightening his grasp on your hand. You can feel lips and teeth ghost over the nape of your neck as he talks, Macaque’s words devolving into a murmur- a plea that leaves you so lightheaded you don’t even notice his free hand grasping your other arm.
“Please,” He breathes, and you swear that it’s desperation coming out of your boyfriend. “That scent- Just having it in here is unbearable, let alone on you.”
The fog steadily drifting into your mind clears long enough for you to wonder how a peachy smell of all things has gotten him to resort to begging. This isn’t the first time you’ve interacted with Wukong or MK for an extended amount of time, so is this really the one instance you’ve come home with the peach-ambrosia aroma on you?
For a split moment you suspect that Macaque could be lying out of some ulterior motive, but you throw that out the window as soon as you think it. For one, he wouldn’t fib about something so trivial. And two, as much of a performer as the demon is, he wouldn’t dare humiliate himself to such a length by acting needy and erratic, even if it’s only in front of you.
The way Macaque speaks about how much he despises the scent being on you, it’s like he couldn’t bear the idea that Wukong has indirectly spited him by corrupting you with the sweet, fruity fragrance. Forgetting just how long you’ve been standing there with shaky knees and an intoxicating heat pressed to your pulse, a voice calls you back down to Earth.
“I can take care of it,” A slight smile forms on the warrior’s mouth as an idea strikes his unraveling mind. The sudden purr that forges in his throat and against your neck nearly earns a noise from you, but you bite it down at the last second.
The black furred demon pulls his head away much to your unseen disappointment, his eyes now remaining set on you and not the peach scent that he’s been bemoaning about. Your shoulders fall lax when he places his hands on them, his grin as sharp as his pleading yellow eyes.
“Allow me to wash away the scent.”
You’re still in disbelief to witness him practically falling apart at the seams and rendered useless from such a small inconvenience. His eyes, by the stars, those eyes. They glisten in the deep night like a nectar as golden smooth as his voice, half-lidded and drunk on the thought of assisting you in removing Wukong’s scent.
Well, if he’s so willing to help you, then…
It takes you a minute, but you gather enough of your wits to shrug out of his grasp, though you stumble a bit from the rush that went to your head.
“Of course,” You smile politely, and your next words have him parting his mouth open in awe, ears flicking back as though Macaque of all people might’ve misheard you.
“I’ll go wash up then.”
Oh, the fucking look you just wrung out of him.
Your little gotcha has undoubtedly paid off, Macaque now standing rigid. His tan complexion turns almost as red as his eye markings, staring right at you. You’ve somehow- albeit temporarily- crushed his facade of smug arrogance that he often parades around, leaving behind an earnestly flabbergasted boyfriend.
A warrior knows when and how to play dirty, but those the warrior trains could become just as underhanded.
You aren’t opposed to what he has in mind, either. The offer is tempting in spite of the late hour, plus you find it so adorable how his thoughts ran on pure instinct alone in that moment. Be it his animal or demon side, he came to the first and only conclusion that in order to get rid of the peachy aroma, he has to endow you with his own. The concept of just washing it off hasn’t even occurred to Macaque in his tunnel-visioned haze.
With his mouth still agape and ready to protest, he pauses and flicks his tail once. He quickly learns two things. The first, being that his confident aura has been demolished in a single sentence and he needs it to resurface immediately so he can recover from this flustered blunder. And secondly, while he knows that you only said that to take the piss out of him, he’ll respect whichever decision you prefer.
“Right,” He clears his throat to not sound as distant, reaching a hand towards the back of his head. “You take care of that, then. And I- appreciate that you’re doing this for me, Sugarplum.”
You can see guilt flash in his eyes, perhaps realizing he overreacted just now, and was obsessing way more over his ex-friend than what you wanted.
“Oh?” You place a hand on your hip- a mannerism you picked up from dating him- and raise a brow. “You’re not gonna chime in about how you want to join me in the shower?”
Your playful challenge causes the softness in his eyes to shift into something completely new and different. It’s a look of knowing, one of restored confidence that he plans on using to his advantage the first chance he gets. You meet his stare and notice the smirk that only a bastard could wear, and now it’s your resolve that’s starting to crack as a small lump forms in your throat, cool air turning tense.
You might’ve teased him a little too much tonight.
The dark simian says nothing as a portal opens beneath his feet. He plummets straight down into the black and purple abyss as he’s done hundreds of times before, his crimson cloak fluttering before the portal shrinks and disappears altogether. You take your wide eyes away from where he once stood, head turning left and right to figure out where he’s going to emerge next.
You take a step back, and your foot sinks into a void that wasn’t there before. Far too late do you feel yourself falling, body turning weightless as the floor opens up from below and casts you into darkness.
What happens next is a blur, but the next thing you know is that you’re falling out of the shadow portal. Something soft cushions your blow as you land, and give a huff as you realize you’re sitting back on the couch. You blink away the daze from your eyes, and as you do, a figure materializes. It looms over top of you, nothing but a wispy black shroud with glowing purple eyes and smile. Once your head finally clears, your lover takes full form.
Your breath catches in your throat when you stop to observe his barely illuminated features. His gaze, which was normally the hue of polished amber, flickers a sensual, hungry violet that looks you over lovingly. He flashes a grin as white as the moon itself, his glinting fangs so sharp they could easily pierce mortal skin.
“Now when did you get so cocky?” The demon finally coos.
You’ve been pretty close to Macaque all night, but the way he hovers over you while his arms cage you between him and the couch… Something tightens in the lower half of your abdomen when more shameful thoughts reach the forefront of your mind.
You so badly want to grab that stupid red cloak of his and yank him into a deep, passionate kiss.
“Wh-When did we start dating again?” You push the idea away and squeak out the snarky reply, one of the last your racing mind will allow.
Macaque just laughs shortly, purple eyes glowing brighter as he lists his head to the side. “Cute.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you can see shadows being manipulated in the room without the demon needing to lift a claw. What is he doing that for, exactly? You’re unsure, but the answer will probably come soon. He leans in closer, his face now inches from your flushed one.
He moves back just slightly, closing his eyes and looking away from you.
“Thanks for the offering the shower, but-”
He snaps his head back to you with a devious grin, immediately snatching both your wrists with one hand and pinning them above your head. You hardly get to register what’s happening, looking up at him with fawning, trusting eyes, something he takes great appreciation towards.
“I think I’d rather get that scent off of you myself, actually.”
“A-Are you-” You squirm beneath him while thinking of another sharp comment, wanting to put yourself back on even ground with the dominant warrior. But, your movement only ends up in you shifting your hips against him, much to your personal enjoyment and his hidden excitement.
“Are you go-onna give me one of those tongue baths or something? Isn’t that something monkeys do? Won’t be very effective if I don’t have any fur.” You probably would’ve come up with something better if your boyfriend wasn’t currently straddling you into submission.
“That’s sorta mean,” Macaque already knows the irony in how the demon war criminal thinks what you just said is “mean”, so you hold off from saying it yourself. He tightens his grip around your wrists, but not to a point where it would hurt. “But, if you’re already thinking about my mouth, then-”
He moves in again and pauses just as your foreheads touch. Before you could deny that you were definitely thinking about his mouth, a set of lips brush against yours. The kiss is delicate, yet urgent, a testament to how badly the demonic simian wants to clean you of the peach scent. You ease in his grip, eyes fluttering closed from the pleasant sensation.
You deepen the kiss as per his silent request when he presses harder against your lips. As amazing as it feels, you long to actually cling onto him, wrists twitching above your head with nothing to hold onto. All you can have of Macaque right now, is his lips, and by Gods you’ll take every second of them you can get.
There’s no way for you to prevent the keening whimper from exiting your mouth and right into his. The shadow primate scrapes his fangs against your bottom lip, snatching it in his teeth with a gentle tug before letting go. He licks his lips, savoring the taste of yours before going back to making out with you. You try to move your legs in an effort to create friction amongst both your hips, but a sturdy hand grabs your thigh in place with a surprising strength that contrasts to his smooth and light kiss.
You stiffen when a tongue slips inside your mouth, a loud ecstatic hum vibrating against both your lips. He grazes his tongue along the inside of your cheek, and you take the chance to eagerly suck on it for a moment. Much to your dizzying confusion, Macaque pulls back so the two of you could catch your breaths while taking in just how gorgeous either of you are.
“Such a good girl,” He praises through a shallow pant. His tail curves around the couch, the downy black fur caressing your heated cheek. You sigh when he finally lets go of your wrists, and make a weak attempt to grab at the very first part of him that you could get your hands on. You lift your trembling arm partway only to let it slump at your side, defeated and out of breath.
“Aw, come on now, you can do better than that,” The demon warrior tries to encourage you further, even after you lazily shake your head to signify your surrender. “I’m right here for the taking, and won’t put up a fight. Go on, and grab me, Y/N.”
Putting in an effort to fight the jelly-like sensation in your limbs, you reach out your arm again to at least try and grip the fabric of his scarf. The moment you do however, his eyes flash a pure violet with a borderline evil grin to go with them.
You’re ripped from your stupor when you start to fall into the cushions under you, and the last thing you see before being swallowed by another shadow portal is a purplish light. You aren’t in the unending darkness for very long however, quickly finding yourself turned upright in a sitting position as you phase out of the couch’s back cushions.
Come to think of it actually, something feels… off about the material you’re using as a seat.
Something soft- two somethings, grip you. And you turn over your shoulder to see a darker copy of your boyfriend grinning with you placed in its lap. No sooner do you realize that Macaque summoned one of his shadow clones, you whip your head down upon sensing a gentle prick. You tense instantly, face tinting red and far too stunned to even try and stop the clone from moving its arms under your shirt and around your waist.
Macaque, the real one, is currently settled on his knees, and right between your own. Your legs are spread apart just enough for him to rest between them, the shadow simian holding onto your thighs and able to do whatever he pleases with them. Even more of a shock to your ready-to-faint mind, is that he’s lacking a top. He must’ve discarded it, revealing silly black fur and a tan chest laced with scars, one in particular taking the shape of a large “X” over his pectoral. His expression is what gets you the most though, a deadly combination of triumph and lust.
Your own desires stir in agitation, waiting for him, wanting him to just- touch you already. Gods, why do you have to date such a tease, someone who’s more than thrilled to turn everything into a performance?
“Macaque!”
Your voice cracks as you address him, not paying any mind to the shadow clone that just stripped you of your top to expose your bra. Okay, you totally have the opportunity to nudge Macaque away if you can push against him hard enough as a form of punishment, but you know the clone holding you will return the favor with a vengeance.
That, and you can’t imagine why the fuck you’d want to draw this out for any longer when Macaque is this close.
“What’re you-”
“Gonna do?” The black haired demon cuts you off while not looking up. Instead, he traces circles around your clothed thigh with a single claw. “Nothin’ yet.”
You refuse to admit how much it’s tearing you apart that he hasn’t done anything truly noteworthy to you at this point.
The shadow copy garners your attention as it leans in close, and your flustered gaze subconsciously settles on its lips. You reciprocate the gesture in anticipation for a kiss, but the clone pauses at the last second. It speaks in Macaque’s voice, as though it’s just a puppet being mimed.
“Let me know if it’s too much, alright?”
The question is low and surprisingly soft, radiating a warmth that sends your heart a flutter. Macaque wouldn’t dream of terrifying you, especially not during such an intimate time. As fun as it is for him, for both of you, he’ll prioritize your safety before resuming this little fantasy.
You give a nod of confirmation, and the double’s face resets back into its mischievous, smug demeanor. “Alright then.”
You take your eyes away from your boyfriend out of embarrassment as he tears off your pants in seconds, revealing the set of light colored lace covering you. He examines it for just a moment, tail twitching in intrigue before smirking up at you as though satisfied by what he sees.
Before you can say a word to Macaque , a chill stings at your neck. Enjoying the cool sensation, you willingly tilt your head to let the shadow clone prod at the soft patch of skin with its teeth. You jolt at another, new pleasure, and you would’ve reflexively clamped your legs shut were it not for the demon keeping them open.
Macaque hums quietly to himself as he nips at your thigh, both he and the clone working in unison to decorate your sensitive flesh with lovebites and welts, their bites forcing you to hold out from moaning.
You glare down at him for a few seconds as he laughs, only for the clone to pry your stare back onto it by affectionately nuzzling its smoky tail underneath your chin.
“Wha-at?” You can no longer conceal the strain in your voice, struggling to make eye contact with the primate that’s still giving your thighs the utmost care. You could at least try and tease him, right? “Are neither of you going to fuck me for real?”
The shadow clone suddenly hauls back from peppering your neck with marks, and frowns like you’ve offended it. Macaque stops what he’s doing too, raising a brow at whatever you're challenging him to now. What you said has no effect on him, but he supposes he can humor you.
You don’t speak, your hands will serve as a good enough demonstration. You open your legs a little wider, and before you can show them exactly what you want, the shadow double’s tail coils around your wrists in a tight bind.
Damnit, not again!
Macaque lingers on you for a long moment before scoffing.
“Is this too slow for you, Princess?”
You feel the warmth that’s been pooling in your gut increase when he utters that nickname, the one that was forged to bring you to your breaking point in the bedroom.
You don’t signal to Macaque that he’s left you once again flustered, combating his question with one of your very own. “I wonder h-how long it’ll take before you get jealous of your own clo- Ah!”
The second the degrading moan leaves you, you instantly go quiet. You hope that you imagined it, that Macaque and his shadow clone didn’t just hear that. You’re unable to stop your back from curving as cold, wispy claws trail down your spine. Macaque’s clone gives you a sinister violet smile, and with bleary eyes you glance back to the demon reveling at your already trembling body, and the fact he’ll most likely be your undoing for the night.
“Sorry,” After flashing you a fake pout, Macaque curves his black tail into the shape of a small heart. “Did you say something, Y/N? I didn’t catch that.”
You glare daggers at the guy, knowing damn well that The Six-Eared Macaque heard you. You don’t know if it’s out of amusement or if he’s grown bored of marking you up, but he sighs. The two of them cease from poking at your bare skin that’s now left sore and sensitive while you sit there in rising arousal.
“I said, the longer you take, the harder it’ll be to get rid of anythiii…” You take in a stuttering breath and blink rapidly when something lightly presses against you. Your legs tremble even harder as you stare down at the tail tip grazing along the edge of your panties. The demon doesn’t say anything as he pushes against the fabric with a bit more pressure, smiling to himself as you writhe in the clone’s grasp.
If your hands were free right now, you’d grab his dark hair and shove that shit-eating grin of his right between- You yelp loudly when his tail tip rubs against the dampening lace. Try as you might to grind against his tail and gain some sort of leverage from this, you’re locked tightly in their grips, both adding more to the agonizing pleasure that’s been building within you.
Mouth set in a coy smirk, Macaque finally speaks up.
“Seriously?” He boasts as he looks up at you. “My tail is what’s pushing you to your limit? Oh, Sugarplum, if I knew you were this delicate..” He doesn’t finish, tilting his head to the side dotingly. The warrior primate drags his tail in a back and forth motion over your clothed heat, occasionally pushing the tip down hard just so you’d fidget in his clone’s grasp.
“Maca-aque!”
Purple eyes brighten when he hears his name called by you in such a needy way. You try once more to snap your thighs shut to crush that damn tail of his between them, but his strength easily outmatches yours. You rut your hips against the furry appendage, unable to decide if you want to rip that tail away from your legs or have it shoved so far inside of you that it would come back out with the fur slicked back and glistening.
“Jeez, how can you be this wet already?” He mocks with a half-purr before flicking his tail away from the wet spot on your lingerie.
You just grunt and sharply turn your head, but you can’t help but steal a glance at him idling over his tail coated in your slick.
“I’m sure my clone can handle the rest, though,” You’re given some relief as Macaque parts away from your legs and stands up, but not very much relief since the shadow copy seems intent on keeping your hands where they are. “I’m sure it’ll be just as good as the real thing, right?”
You can hear the smartass oozing in his voice as he looks down at you.
“I-”
You watch his ears flick up, watch him tuck his hands behind his back with an oh-so eloquent smile, and you watch him wait for you to fess up about how dearly you want him and exclusively him. Far too spiteful to give the demon what he wants, you reply with a non-answer.
“I didn’t imply anything of the sort.”
“Never said you did.”
The clone lets out hissed laughter at its master’s retort.
“Tell ya what?” Macaque quickly conjures a shadow portal and dips down into it. He vanishes for a few moments, and when he steps through again, he settles on his knees just a few feet in front of you. He’s nowhere near your legs, but close enough so that he’s still in view from your spot on the couch.
Oh yeah, he’s also fucking naked.
He’s completely stripped himself from the short time he was in that portal, and now he sits there in darkness with only the tv to illuminate him and his hard on. He meets your gaze, a gaze that’s taking every ounce of willpower to not glance down. You silently thank the Celestial Realm that the shadow clone isn’t as distractingly bare as your partner.
“If you give me a nice show, then I might reconsider.”
“You might reconsider?” You try to lean forward, but the copy sits you back into position. It purrs, a clawed hand running gently over your chest much to your not-very secret delight.
The warrior’s voice drips into a soft, aroused tone, eyes sultry and glinting with untamed adoration.
“I hope you enjoy my show too, Y/N.”
You completely forget about asking him what he means by that, jaw almost hitting the floor at what he does next. The clone literally has to tighten its grip on you so that you aren’t moving around as much.
Your gaze finally shifts downward as a tail- his tail, his own tail that’s still plastered in some of your fluids- wraps around his twitching length with such ease that you’re sure he’s done this trick before. The shadow demon bites at one of his claws, eyes trained on you and the fact that you’re looking at… Is he really that big? A surprising amount of tail has to cover his dick and shield it from the cool night air, the tail tip pressed next to, well, the tip.
“You’re drooling, sweetheart.”
You snap your head up once you acknowledge his words, your cheeks now a cherry red that resembles the color of his face markings.
“H-Huh?”
The shadow clone runs its claw over your bottom lip and lightly applies pressure to the corner of your mouth. It trails its thumb all the way down to your chin, mimicking the idea that you’re actually salivating over your boyfriend’s cock.
But, you’re way more dignified than that! Even in such a compromising position, you could hold out! It’s not like you’ll just- instantly drop to your knees and let perfect warmth coat the inside of your throat as though it were made to fit inside you specifically. And you wouldn’t dare picture him moaning above you while giving out relentless praise about how you’re taking him so nicely and dousing yourself in his wonderful scent.
You would never…even dream of…doing something so…depraved…
Why is it so damn hard to think all of a sudden?
You aren’t sure if Macaque can tell- he definitely can- but your heat is already pulsing at the mere sight of him, revealing your true eagerness to lay with him.
Arms tucked behind his back, the simian demon relaxes his shoulders and grips himself more firmly with his tail, heavily sighing as he takes his first few delicate strokes.
You meekly whimper as you watch the enticing display, already on the verge of staining the couch. You mentally scold yourself for getting jealous over a fucking tail of all things. It’s like Macaque had said, if a clone could do his job, then the dark furred appendage squeezing tighter around his dick could do your job.
You try to call out and get your boyfriend’s attention, but it’s like the chords in your voice immediately cuts when the shadow clone browses his hand over your chest. It cups one of your breasts and snickers softly, massaging the tender flesh covered by your bra. Something inside of you seethes hotly from being fondled so caringly, but it’s not enough to pull your gaze away from Macaque showing off. What you can’t ignore however, is the double’s non-busy hand slipping down your panties, your wrists still clutched in its tight tail bind.
You stiffen and gasp in the copy’s lap as a pair of smoky digits glide over your entrance. Your boyfriend knows exactly what you like when it comes to the bedroom, from phrases that would send you further into his embrace, to your favorite, most sensitive spots that made you melt in his touch. You should’ve guessed his clones would be aware of this too, because now there’s no prolonging the breathy mewls that leave you as its fingers wander deeper to stretch you open.
The sight of you, although obscured by a thin layer of pink, wet cloth, seems to derive pleasure from the demon. He moves his tail at a quicker pace as a response, eyes dark and rounded with infatuation.
You swear that if you don’t seek relief right this instant, you might fly out of your seat. To the shadow clone’s delight, you roll your hips down onto its fingers, and they curl deeper inside you as gratitude. Your walls tighten around the digits and grind down harder with consistent half-moans growing louder by the second. You blink, trying to keep your eyes steady on Macaque and his performance, but you can already sense the beginnings of tears forming in the corners of your eyes.
You fantasize that the fingers slipping in and out of you are instead the large member your gaze is glued to, whining embarrassingly as wetness drips onto the shadowy hand and down your thighs. Your demon partner mirrors you, pre-cum dribbling from his tip and getting into his charcoal fur.
He emits a groaned laugh before listing his head up towards the ceiling with shut eyelids. He arches his hips upwards, tail wrapped tightly around his fully stiff length and pumping it unevenly. His claws scratch into the floor as resists the urge to finish himself off with his hand, sucking in a shaky breath through grit teeth as he gains just enough friction from his tail rubbing against him.
You throw your head back almost as far as Macaque’s, the shadow clone’s chest providing decent support for your back and neck as you moan in its grasp. At this, the double moves its fingers in tandem with its master’s tail strokes. Could Macaque feel it too, feel his own fingers gripping your tight, slick walls? Regardless, he’s more than thrilled to hear you wailing over him.
The demon’s breathing degrades into heavy, unsteady panting as he pleasures himself with increasing vigor, dizzily listing his head to the side and opening his left eye to get a quick peek at you. Your image burns into his sex blazoned mind, and as though finding you too perfect, he tries to silence his noises so as not to give away how enamored he truly is. Oh, but you so very much want to hear his symphony of whimpers and gasps crafted specifically because of you.
Since you’d definitely prefer to see Macaque become a frazzled, embarrassed mess and shout your name, you part your legs further to give him a better view. This makes him squeeze his tail so tightly around his cock that he cries aloud, briefly raising one of his hands towards his mouth to try and muffle the sound, but he puts it back to the floor rather quickly.
You’re given no time to prepare as the shadow clone grips one of your legs and hoists it so far up that you lean to the side a little. Its clawed digits pull out of you ever so gently, and before your aching pussy could find any relief, the copy starts to rub slow circles against your clit. A drawn out cry erupts from your throat, high-pitched and strained to a point where you hope you haven’t just damaged your boyfriend’s precious ears…or woken up any of the neighbors.
“Gh-” The shadow warrior’s planned praise for you instantly drains from his thoughts when his dick twitches in his tailed grasp. He bites down hard, fang poking into his lip and nearly drawing blood. Your keening whines flood his oh-so sensitive ears and they flick in delight from the wonderful, obscene melody. The vibrations in your voice, in your body, are ten times as loud to Macaque, and getting to hear you so crystal clear is truly a treat that almost pushes him over the edge.
“Okay,” He sighs, carefully unwrapping the wiry appendage from his dripping member. The short fur of his tail is slightly matted in some parts, others slicked down with a sticky substance. He could deal with that later though, right now he stumbles to his feet and towards the couch.
With a single snap of his claw, the dark clone halts its exploration of your body, removing its slick coated hand from out your panties and the other hand away from your bra. It looks to its beckoning master before deforming into dark mist, carrying a small breeze with it as it zips back into Macaque’s shadow.
Your mind is a foggy daze as he approaches you, your intoxicated stare switching between his violet eyes and to his hardened cock that’s just begging for attention like the unfair tease that it is. You ultimately decide to focus on his face though, looking at him pleadingly for an ounce of mercy so he’d finally plow you like you’ve been wanting.
You prepare to beg like you imagine he wants you to do, but something soft brushes against your mouth just as you part it to speak. You glance down, and press a delicate kiss to the tail tip caressing your lips. You preview a small taste of him, Macaque smiling at your reaction before gliding his tail over the rest of your mouth in a smearing motion. You lick your lips with your eyes set on him, silently telling him that you’d love nothing more than to swallow his load the next time the two of you get the chance to do something like this.
You adjust yourself on the couch, his enticed stare never once leaving you. Considering you look like you’re about to sob for his touch, he gives into your request. Disappointment briefly flashes you when he settles onto his knees at the foot of the couch again, your pretty good view now vanished from sight. But your disappointment is short-lived as the shadowy simian grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer to the edge of the couch, only then to part your legs and put his head right between them.
“Doin’ alright, hun?” He sounds sarcastic, but you detect a layer of genuineness hidden beneath it. You nod, legs shaking in excitement.
It takes Macaque putting a hand on either of your legs to get them to still and relax. As much as you’ve been waiting for this, you appreciate him being so patient with you and your stimulated body. Once they finally settle, he grasps your ankles and hauls them over his shoulders, your heels crossing and hitting his furred back.
You aren’t even sure if you could conjure a sentence right now as your thoughts spin out of control. If he doesn’t do something soon, you’re certain that you’ll break on the spot. You glimpse back down, hoping your expression will be enough to please him.
He shifts, and hooks his hands under your thighs before leaning his head in and pressing a kiss to the front of your already soaked panties. You tense and force back a shiver of anticipation. Oh Gods, you don’t know if you’re going to last another second if Macaque keeps taking it slow just to torture you!
Your hands fling to his fluffy, ebony mane- It’s so great to use your hands again- and hold his gaze with a demanding neediness. He isn’t phased whatsoever by the gentle tug on his hair urging him to get started, instead looking up at you expectantly.
“Nuh-uh, what d’you say first?”
Fucking seriously?
Knowing he won’t take “Fuck You” for an answer, you toss aside your remaining dignity and croak out,
“Please.”
Satisfied with that, his smirk widens with his tail waving happily to match. “Good girl.”
Macaque slinks a hand towards the thin band of your laced lingerie and hooks a claw around one of the straps holding it in place. He uses the slightest amount of force, and the dainty article of wet clothing instantly snaps loose and falls off of you.
“Y-You better get me a new one,” You choke out.
He purrs, keeping his attention set on your legs. “Oh, after this? I’ll buy you a full set, darling.”
You wonder if he’s going to remember to keep word to that promise.
The pink cloth is set aside and he studies you for a moment, captivated by the sight of your sopping heat and the idea that he could adhere to what both of you yearn for. He kisses along your inner thigh, lips treading dangerously close to your needy pussy. You make an effort to sit still for him, but from the way he glances up at you, it’s like he’s hoping you'll move around to let him know just how good of a job he’s doing.
He bites at the sensitive skin, and you can only think to tighten your grip on his hair. Macaque grins, his breath making the slick area even hotter. You give another encouraging tug to his black tufts, and he promptly trails another row of tiny kisses along the circumference of your inner thigh before pausing right beside your most sensitive, tender spot.
You get ready to pull on his hair again before a tongue suddenly drags upwards against your entrance. You sob, one of your trembling hands cupping your mouth with fire spreading over your crimsoned cheeks. The shock sent straight to your head isn’t given any time to quell as the demon presses his mouth to your cunt, letting out a pleasant hum as he dips his tongue in with ease.
Black claws curl happily around your thighs as you dig your heels into his back. You fling both your hands back to his hair and aggressively rut your hips against his face to get his tongue to slip deeper inside of you. He mouths at your folds, the knot in your abdomen only getting tighter and tighter until it’s just about ready to burst. Out of curiosity, Macaque tests something. He very gently nips at your clit, catching it between his teeth and tugging ever so slightly before letting go.
White-hot electricity sparks in your vision for a split-second, and you continue to grind against your boyfriend’s ridiculously handsome face. You find your hands drifting down to the sides of his head, coming to a stop at his three sets of ears. Fingers ghost over each of what’s considered one of the most delicate parts of his body, ears twitching excitedly against your smooth, understanding touch.
There’s no recovering as his purring vibrates against your wet pussy, and you lean further back with a breathy moan. He rhythmically laps at your folds, the next hard tug to his hair making him inhale sharply through his nose. Macaque’s humming and purring just becomes louder as he works at you, clutching your ass and pushing you even closer to him so he could satisfy you from a better angle with his mouth practically buried against your entrance.
His fangs prick at the bundle of nerves one more time, and before you can completely short-circuit and scream, he pulls his head back.
You never thought he could look any more beautiful.
The front section of his dark hair is a complete mess, the sides sticking out in random wefts and loose black strands clinging to his face from heat. The shadow demon opens his mouth, showing off the thin string of saliva and fluids that connects from his tongue-tip to your sensitive heat.
You’re about to collapse forwards, but Macaque presses a hand to your waist and steadies you upright. He rises from his knees to gingerly lay you down on the couch, the back of your head hitting the pillow. You mumble incoherently in an attempt to calm yourself, but also want to praise your partner for having such a skilled mouth.
He slowly clambers on top of you, and you just watch with a glowing white border surrounding your vision. You push your hips upwards and whine to show him that you’re not done just yet and absolutely need more of him. Macaque replies by kindly shushing you, and cups one of your cheeks. You settle when he runs his thumb along your warmed skin, but continue to murmur the word “please” while the entire lower half of your body aches and trembles to feel complete.
“You sure, Sugarplum?”
You nod insistently and lean into the loving touch of his hand. You know Macaque could go on for much longer than you due to his demon stamina, but you’re human. More importantly, he’s able to tell when you’re reaching your limit and couldn’t handle much more for the night. He has no issue with this though, after all he wants you to take proper rest so that you’re well energized and healed. But, your desperate, sheepish nod of approval is enough to let him understand that you can last for just a little longer, and with that he clutches your hips.
He positions himself so that he’s lined up right against your begging, soaking entrance, your pupils blowing out so wide they basically turn full black. You’re hardly able to prevent your breaths from becoming shallow again, but the warrior quickly soothes you by trailing a singular claw down your chest. The two of you are perfectly aligned, and you’ve been thoroughly stretched open so that you’ll have an easier time taking his size. You repeatedly whisper out his name, impatiently waiting for him to start, heart pounding in both yours and his ears.
Finally, after an agonizingly long night of teasing, something stiff prods at your heat. The fit is nearly perfect, and you give way to his girth with no discomfort as he pushes in further. You hold off the instinctual urge to arch your back, the demon smirking at your open mouthed reaction. He enters slowly so as not to damage you, although he’s hardly halfway in yet and your nails are already digging furiously into the couch.
“Y/N,” He says hoarsely as you tighten around his massive length. His legs shake for just a second, but quickly finds his bearings again and starts to fill you out. You fidget beneath him, tossing your head to the side as an indentation of his dick shows nicely against your abdomen.
You weakly move your head to look into his eyes just before he starts bottoming out. Your scream chokes off as you arch your back, using the pillow for support. Macaque carefully slides out of you, leaving behind an empty space in your walls that hurts to be unfilled. He stops just before he can pull out the tip, and eases himself back in. He repeats this, creating a decent pace to fuck you at. You try to match your hip movements in time with his thrusts, rolling them against him each time he enters you. You mewl, and whatever short gasps keep coming out of you turn into shameless panting.
Your mind almost goes blank from the sensation of his tip breaching that special spot deep inside of you, heat pulsing around his length as his own moans become more present to your ears. You fling your hands from the couch and grasp his arms, meeting his unfocused gaze again as he rails his hips against yours with increasing speed.
With his pace starting to pick up, you whine and let him know to hit that same spot again, one that makes you see clouds and stars. Macaque takes notice of this, and with a smirk of appreciation, he slams into you, striking the desired area over and over whilst murmuring out a slurry of praises intertwined with your name. You purr under him as he fucks you more roughly, scratch marks starting to form along on your sides.
You try to move to the best of your ability, but quickly let him take you instead, his snapping hips becoming uncoordinated and sloppy. His breathy laughs divulge into borderline animalistic grunts, the demon’s only remaining focus set on pounding the sweet, peachy flavor out of you and filling you with something new and sticky.
“I…Hahaa,” He grins, eyes glinting sharply like that of a madman placed under the strongest love spell known to the Heavenly Realms as he rapidly thrusts into you with stuttering hips.
Macaque curls his tail around one of your legs tightly, to hold onto you, to have the comfort that you’re his and he just adores you so much, and that anyone who dares try and replace either his or your scent would be in a world of trouble.
You almost lose your grip on him, and catch his right eye twitching for a moment before those final harsh thrusts completely distract you. They hit that deep, aching part in you so wonderfully, and you bury your nails into the fur of his arms as you cry out.
You clench hard around his pulsing member, and that alone is enough to send him into ecstasy. With a loud, sighing moan that sounds far more vulnerable than his usual smug self, he releases. A hot, thick stream fills your womb and paints your walls, sticking to your insides. The knot that’s been twisting inside of you has finally snapped and fallen apart, shakily holding onto your boyfriend for a minute with him still deep inside of you so you could keep the loving warmth.
Macaque lowers his head, his body visibly trembling but not as badly as yours, the shadow warrior looking as though he just spent hours training in the dojo with as black locks hang over his face in messy strands. He slowly pulls out, keeping an eye on your expression to make sure he isn’t hurting you. He sucks in a gasp once he frees himself, both his length and your entrance coated in each other’s fluids.
“Good,” The demon carefully lays down on top of you, pressing his face against your neck and feeling the adrenaline surging through your pulse. “You did so good.”
He lifts his head after taking a minute to collect himself, and looks you over. Your chest rises and falls dramatically with each breath you take, but you bring yourself to meet him. He cups your cheeks and you blissfully tilt your head in his grasp, your partner’s eyes full of joy and adoration as he praises you.
“Thank you,” Macaque’s voice shakes a little as he says it, his tail wagging happily. He gives you an earnest, caring smile, and you think you can see his eyes turn wet and glossy.
“Thank you, Y/N. You were amazing.” He murmurs it almost giddily this time, an emotion you don’t get to hear too often from him unless he’s seconds away from pulverizing one of his enemies.
The most you can manage is a slurred “y’re welc’me” as he presses a kiss to your forehead. It’s probably good that you’re on the couch, since it’s unlikely that you’ll be able to move your legs for a few hours. You relax against the pillow, closing your eyes while your lover kisses you along your neck and chest as a form of even more thanks. You run a hand through his dark hair, playing with it between your fingers as the both of you just lay there for what simultaneously feels like an eternity and seconds.
“Anything I can get you?” Macaque finally asks after about five minutes pass. He purrs loudly, not trying to hide it whatsoever as he waits for your answer.
“C-Could we-” You swallow to clear the dryness from your throat. “Could we go to the bedroom?”
He immediately complies with a short nod, and quickly opens up a portal beneath the both of you on the couch cushions. The drop into the portal startles you for a moment, but you soon find yourself with the simian’s arms around you, and settle on the familiar bed of downy quilts and silk sheets.
He sits up in the bed, back resting against the pillows lined up against the headboard. You drape your arms around his waist and lay down, nuzzling your head against his scarred chest. Macaque looks over your back and legs, checking to see if his claws left any severe damage from getting carried away.
“Any of them sting at all?”
You shake your head, and see the tension in his shoulders relax a little. Actually, your legs are kind of numb right now, so even if they are stinging, you couldn’t exactly feel it. You can however, feel a thick warmth filled inside you to the brim, and that more than makes up for it.
“Are you…alright?” You ask wearily, wanting to make sure your partner is okay too. Macaque lightly chuckles, and caresses a hand down your back.
“You’re way more tired than me,” He points out. “Oh, and you probably need this, just in case.”
A small shadow portal appears on the bed and he dips his hand into the black void. It stays there for a few seconds before he pulls it back out with a pristine and untouched glass of water now clutched in his grasp. He hands the glass over to you and you drink like you’ve been parched this whole time, thanking him once you’ve finished.
You grab at the bedsheets and pull them over both your forms, bundling up together in each other’s arms. A minute of silent comfort fills the room, and Macaque glances back down at you with a more concerned expression.
“Hey, Y/N?”
“Hm?”
“I…” He quickly looks away before scratching the back of his neck. “About that whole scent thing, I might’ve went a little far. Something came over me, and I wanted that smell gone as soon as possible.” He pauses before adding onto his apology with more confidence.
“But, now at least there’s no way Wukong or anyone else will try and ruin your scent like that again.”
“Because I have your scent now?”
“Not what I meant,” He explains while gently running his claws through your hair. “Yeah, my scent will be on you for a bit, but that’ll fade too and yours will return.”
“Macaque?”
He raises an inquisitive brow at you.
You’re surprised you haven’t asked this sooner, but the both of you have been pretty occupied tonight, so it hasn’t come to mind until now. “What is my scent, exactly? Or, what does it smell like to you?”
“Oh,” The demon turns his head as if embarrassed, his tail thumping against the mattress with a flick. “Sugarplums.”
At that reply, you lift your head up with wide, perplexed eyes. Out of all the- he couldn’t possibly have meant- that’s not even-
Finding it too unbelievable to be true, you gape at him. “You’re lying-”
“I’m not!” He chuckles softly. “That’s why I was all “bugged out” from you coming home with a bunch of fruit scents on you, I couldn’t figure out which one was yours. But, then I smelled peaches on you, and- Nevermind.”
“Sugarplums,” You mumble again as you adjust in his embrace, his heartbeat thumping against your ear.
“Really now?”
“Really.” Macaque nods. “You’re lucky, too. I mean- I’m stuck with my demon scent.”
“That can’t even be a real scent!” You jokingly argue.
“You know it is,” He counters back. “If you don’t believe me though, you can ask any other demon around the city and they’ll tell ya.”
You scoff and shake your head with an easy smile. “Have fun fighting demons tomorrow with a sore back.”
“Same to you, sweetheart.” He teases playfully.
You spend the next few minutes being held and caressed in his arms, and every so often the two of you would make quiet talk. You both keep asking if you’re sure the other is alright, and Macaque takes your hand and kisses along your wrist, whispering praises against your skin. With the hand he just marked with affection, you move it to stroke his ears, rubbing your fingers between them and earning another purr out of him.
When your mind calms from the lusty haze, you request one more thing from your boyfriend.
“Is it too late to take a shower now?”