#Shangqi smut

[tom-whore-dleston]

Pairing: Xu Shangqi x f. reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: mentions of sex, hickies, scratches, amnesia, Vegas shenanigans, alcohol consumption, hangover, Shangqi being a tease, implied smut (plz let me know if I am forgetting any)

Summary: A trip to Vegas leads to you waking up to another man in your bed. 

Word Count: 864

Notes: This started as a request from my bday sleepover almost a year ago 💀 and I lost inspo for it until I decided to take part in @the-slumberparty Warm-Up: One Word Drabble. Thank you Navy and Roo for hosting this sleepover and thank you Bri Bri for the request! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

word generated: club

request: 🎉 from the prompt list, specially the smutty ones, 15. “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.” and 29. “I’ll take it that you like what you see.” with Shangqi? 🫣 👀 - @hollandparkersx

You woke up to a pounding headache and dry throat. But with your friends around, you knew that you would end up drinking more than you can handle and make even more crazy decisions. Speaking of your friends.

Oh shit, what time was it?

The alarm clock on the side of your bed flashed 11:30am. You groaned, massaging your temples. 

Well, so much for brunch at The Cosmopolitan. 

In annoyance, you snatched your phone from the nightstand. Turning it on, you read a message from your best friend.

Sorry, hun! Was gonna wake you up but then we saw you snuggled up to that hottie from the club last night. Don’t worry, we’ll bring you something when we come back. Have fun with your man 😘 Lmk if you need more of those XL condoms 😉

What the fuck was she-

Oh…

On the opposite side of the queen sized bed was a naked man, whose body looked like it was sculpted like Michaelangelo himself. Not to mention, red scratch marks trailed down his back as if a rabid animal attacked him. That couldn’t have been your doing…right? 

He began to roll over, exposing his equally sculpted chest and abs that was littered in hickies and kiss marks. Your eyes widened when you realized the lip stains on his body matched the shade of your lipstick from last night. As you wiped the side of your mouth, your smeared lipstick appeared on your fingertips. Finally awake, the man stared at you, leaning against his propped arm. You tried not to stare at his bulging bicep, but he caught on as he smirked. 

“Good morning, sweetheart,” the man slurred with a low, sexy morning voice that was richer than the coffee you craved to cure your hangover. His eyes scanned your bare torso, smirking as you quickly covered yourself.

“No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he chuckled and you watched his chest rise and fall. “I already know you look beautiful naked.” Your cheeks heated up and you slowly let the blanket fall in your lap.

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

The man laughed again. “Well you and I got pretty drunk last night and I guess one thing led to another…”

Now your memories were coming back to you. You and your friends went club hopping on the strip, and you met the guy in bed with you on the bus ride there. While you were still sober, you and he chatted over how you were in Vegas for your friend’s birthday, and he was there to get over some family issues he dealt with in the past month. 

By the time you got to the club, he paid for you and your friends' drinks. You basically left both of your groups to dance with each other but would still follow each other on each ride to the different clubs. At the end of the night, you and he went back to your room while both of your friend groups stayed behind to find a place to eat. The rest of the night with him was still a blur but it was pretty clear that you both slept with each other. Only thing was, you forgot his name.

“I’m sorry,” you started, “but can you remind me of your name please?” 

“Don’t sweat it. It’s Shangqi.” You nodded and then gave him your name.

“I remember your name, sweetheart.” Shangqi smiled. “Surprised you forgot mine when you were screaming it all night long.”

You clenched your jaw as you grew wet between your legs. The urge to pounce on him was strong, especially with the way he stretched across the bed. Your gaze automatically landed on his groin that hid underneath the bed sheet. 

“I’ll take it that you like what you see,” Shangqi teased once he caught you staring. You curled your lips inward as your face warmed up. He decided to change the subject to spare you of your embarrassment. 

“Got any plans for today?” Shangqi asked.

“I was supposed to go to brunch with my friends but seeing that they found us sleeping together, they decided it was best to leave me behind.” Shangqi gave you an apologetic look, feeling bad that he kept you from your friends. You reassured him, “Don’t worry though, I had a great time last night. I mean, I don’t remember everything that happened, but I know it was fun.”

“Yeah, we went through like 5 condoms last night.” He picked up an opened condom packet, causing your breath to hitch when you realized it was a gold XL packet like your friend mentioned in the text. 

You huffed out a flustered breath. “Wow, I guess there is a lot more that I don’t remember from last night.” 

Shangqi’s next words turned you into a puddle. “Want me to jog your memory, sweetheart?” 

You bit your lip as your thighs rubbed together to ease the growing need in your core. God, this man made it extremely impossible to resist him. “Yeah, help me remember every single detail.”

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Why I’m doing commissions?

I have a lot of things happening in my life right now, and financially I’m in need of extra income. I am opening commissions. If anyone interested please feel free to message me.

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[melancholiania]

I'm back...I guess.

male reader smut. which one?

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[luna-writes-stuff]

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[writingdumpster]

bad time

pairing: Shang Chi x reader

warnings: SMUT, Minors DNI. light praise kink, cream pie, fem receiving oral, p in v. 

word count: 2,200

summary: Katy catches you and Shang Chi in bed together one morning, causing you to make your relationship official.

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Shang Chi woke up with you in his arms on a sunny Saturday morning. He had the day off, and he had the luxury of staying in bed with you, something he was increasingly grateful for as he took in the sight of your sleeping form against his chest. 

When he first saw you after he returned from Ta Lo, it occurred to him just how much he had missed you while he was gone. The two of you had always kept things casual, your friends and families firmly believed that you had a completely platonic relationship. But after being gone from you, he knew he wanted more, though he hadn’t said anything to you about it yet. You’d been friends for years, and the idea of losing you was too much for him, especially since his life was changing so much already. 

Shang Chi watched as you blinked awake, smiling at the thought that he was the first person you would see that day. You glanced up and saw he was staring at you. 

“Morning, superhero,” you greeted with a smile. Shang Chi chuckled lightly. You had given him the nickname when he returned from Ta Lo and told you the story of him killing a dragon, which you insisted made him a superhero, despite his protests that he hadn’t changed. 

“Morning, tian xin,” he replied. He pushed a piece of hair out of your face before entangling his fingers with yours. You leaned up on your elbow and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He hummed lightly, basking in the warmth of your affection. You pulled away to see his eyes still closed, as he savored the fact that he had you to kiss him ‘good morning.’

“You wanna get breakfast?” You asked as he rubbed gentle circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. He shook his head lightly. 

“Not yet, let’s stay here for a bit longer.” You smiled and nodded. As you leaned up to kiss him again, the door to his apartment burst open and Katy waltzed into the room. 

“Dude, you are not going to believe–” Katy’s eyes landed on you and she stopped in the middle of her sentence and burst out laughing. You dropped your forehead against Shang Chi’s shoulder, abandoning your attempt to kiss him to instead hide your blushing face from Katy. 

“What do you want, Katy?” Shang Chi asked, annoyance in his tone. 

“I was gonna tell you a story about my mom finally saying she was proud of me,” she said. “Do you wanna hear it, y/n?” She asked you, clearly amused that she had caught her two friends in bed together. You turned away from Shang Chi’s shoulder to look at her. 

“Ummm…I guess–” you started to acquiesce, unable to say ‘no’ to your friend. 

“She can hear about it later, and I can too,” Shang Chi interrupted. 

“What? Is it a bad time?” Katy teased. 

“Yes, please leave,” He snapped, his tone laced with irritation. 

“Okay, lovebirds, but for the record, I’m glad this is finally happening,” Katy said before turning around and closing the door behind her. You still had your head hiding in Shang Chi’s shoulder, nervous about the conversation that you knew was about to occur. 

You both lay there in silence, afraid to tell the other what you truly wanted. Shang Chi began gently running his fingers through your hair, savoring the feeling of you against him for what he worried could be the last time, if this conversation didn’t go as he hoped it might. 

“What are we going to tell her?” He asked you. You sighed, turning your head so that your forehead was against the side of his neck. Your body was still draped over his and he could feel your breath against his skin. 

“We could tell her that I’m your girlfriend?” You offered. Shang Chi’s neck snapped to look down at you and meet your eyes. You felt your heart stop, terrified that you had been too forward, that you had been reading his recent affections wrong, that you were about to lose your best friend. 

“Is that what you want?” He asked you earnestly. You stared into his dark eyes, searching for a sign of what he wanted. You nodded shyly. He smiled. 

“Is that okay?” You asked him. He leaned down to kiss you passionately, slipping his tongue into your mouth and sucking gently on your bottom lip. You pulled away from the kiss after a moment, breathless. 

“It’s okay,” he said, reaching towards you and stroking your jaw gently with his index finger. You smiled brightly and leaned in to press a short kiss to his lips, but felt him pull you in for more. 

The thought of you being his and only his had filled Shang Chi with desire, and as he deepened the kiss you felt his hands slide down your body, bare except for the underwear that you had pulled on after the last night’s activities. His hands found their way to your waist, gripping you before he pushed you onto your back so that he could settle over the top of you. Your hands wrapped around him to settle on his shoulder blades, running your fingers over the taught muscles that were there.

Shang Chi leaned down to press wet kisses against your neck, savoring the taste of your skin. You could feel his hardness growing against your body and you slid your hands down his back till they reached the waistband of his boxers, pulling at them gently. It didn’t take much from the man to spark your desire. Shang Chi leaned away from you to pull them off entirely, tossing them off the side of the bed. He was kneeling between your legs now, and he looked down at you, taking a moment just to stare at your body. He smiled. You had always been beautiful, but now with the thought that you were his, you seemed even more beautiful, if that was even possible. 

“All mine,” he said quietly, and you blushed. Shang Chi had always been sweet to you, but with your new relationship status, the compliment felt different. It came from love, not just lust now. He leaned towards your body, hands reaching for the waistband of your panties. He pulled them off your legs in a swift motion and scooted down the bed so that he could settle between your legs. 

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling your legs apart gently to make room for himself. He ran the tip of his finger between your folds, spreading the wetness that had accumulated up to your clitoris. 

“So wet, baby,” he cooed, staring at your glistening core. He looked up at you as he lowered his face towards your soaking pussy, and pressed a soft kiss to your clit as he stared into your eyes. You whined loudly and he chuckled. He had always had fun teasing you. 

“Please, Shang,” you whined breathily. He chuckled lightly. 

“What do you want, princess?” He asked you, his voice low. 

“Your mouth,” you whined, your neediness turning you into a child. Shang Chi smiled at your words. He kept his eyes locked with yours as he lowered his head and licked a stripe from the bottom of your opening up to your clit and attached his lips around your nub, sucking gently. You moaned, pushing your head back and arching your back away from the mattress. Shang Chi leaned away from you slightly. 

“Keep your eyes on me, tian xin,” he ordered. You groaned and let your body fall back against the mattress, propping yourself up so you could watch your newly appointed boyfriend as he ate you out. He smiled once your eyes met his again. “Good girl,” he praised you, lowering his head back down to your heat. He kept his eyes on yours as he flicked your clit with his tongue slowly, teasing you at every opportunity. He released one of your legs to reach his hand up to your breast, the pad of his thumb running over your nipple, earning a soft whimper from you. He released your other leg, bringing his hand down to your core and slipping a finger inside you slowly. You moaned loudly at the feeling and he chuckled against you.

“Another,” you begged. Shang Chi granted your request, pushing a second finger in with the first as he began curling them upwards to tease your g spot. You were moaning uncontrollably, completely at his mercy, when you felt the tightness of an oncoming orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. 

“Shang,” you called down to him. He had abandoned holding eye contact with you, choosing to put all his focus on making you scream. 

“I know, baby,” he said, lips pressed against your core. “Go ahead.” You let the tightness in your stomach release, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Shang Chi lapped at your juices as they poured out around his fingers. He removed his fingers as your breathing steadied itself again and climbed up your body to settle over you. He raised the fingers that had just been inside you up to your lips. 

“Will you help me clean up your mess?” He asked. You blushed violently and felt your insides clench at his words, but you opened your mouth. Shang Chi pushed his fingers into your mouth, just brushing the back of your throat. You closed your lips around them sucking your wetness off of them like your life depended on it. He moaned at the sight. How had he gotten so lucky? 

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Shang Chi called out to you. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and leaned down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Every moment was ecstasy, but you hadn’t gotten what you really wanted yet. 

You reached between your bodies, sliding your hand down Shang Chi’s abs till your fingers found his cock. You wrapped your hand around him, pumping him slowly. He moaned into your mouth at the slightest touch. Teasing you was fun, but it meant that he didn’t get what he wanted either. He leaned away from you just enough to line himself up with your entrance. He pushed in painfully slow, both of you making ungodly noises as he filled you up. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned into your shoulder. He began thrusting, deep but slow, stretching you out. You wrapped your legs around his hips pulling his body closer to you. 

“Faster, Shang, please,” you begged, leaning up to kiss his neck. He wanted to keep teasing you, but now that he was inside you it was difficult to hold himself back. He decided against torturing the both of you and sped up his movements. You moaned loudly at the new speed, grateful that he wasn’t teasing you anymore. 

Shang Chi reached down between your bodies, putting his thumb over your clit and rubbing in fast circles. You moaned loudly, biting into his shoulder to quiet yourself. The walls of his apartment weren’t thick, and the neighbors had surely heard you by now. 

“I’m gonna cum again,” you cried out, nails digging into his back. 

“Me too, baby,” he said, his rhythm was growing uneven and you knew he was close. “Can I cum inside you?” He asked desperately. 

“Yes, please, Shang, fill me up,” you said in between moans. He groaned at your words, snapping his hips twice more before emptying himself deep inside you. He moaned roughly, cursing into your neck. You were falling undone around him at the same time, clenching around his sensitive cock as you moaned out his name. He let his weight fall down against you, but didn’t pull out, both of you panting. When your breathing had evened out, he leaned up onto his arms to kiss you sweetly before rolling off the bed to get a washcloth. 

He wiped you up when he returned then plopped back down on the bed next to you. The two of you laid on your sides, facing each other and staring into each other's eyes. You reached up and traced the line of his jaw with your finger. 

“How long have you wanted this?” you asked him. 

“What? Us?” He asked. You nodded. 

“Mmhmm. You’d thought about it before today…hadn’t you?” You asked. He smiled, leaned across the small space between you to press a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I’ve wanted it since the moment I met you. But I knew I needed you when I got back from Ta Lo,” he said. You smiled at his words. “I’m glad Katy found us,” he confessed. “Would’ve taken me longer to tell you if she hadn’t.” 

“Then I’m glad too,” you replied, kissing him softly. “We have to get up though, Katy’s mom said she was proud of her, she might be dying.” Shang Chi laughed as he watched you rise from the mattress. Maybe Katy hadn’t come at a bad time after all. 

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[euphoniumpets]

Wet dreams | Dark! shang-chi x reader

Summary: Shang-chi caught that you were having a wet dream of him.

A/N: consider me hooked on Dark!shang-chi rn. also, i'm writing this fic instead of studying for my test on friday lmao

Warnings: this is dark smut, 18+only MINORS DNI, SMUT, FINGERING. Slight somnophilla? Smut without a plot. This is filth, daddy kink, nipple sucking.

(this gif have nothing to do with the story but he's making me feel different things)

Shang-chi opened his eyes as he blinked several times to adjust the bright light that streamed through the blinds. He let out a small yawn before he felt someone next to him. He turned around and saw your sleeping figure next to him.

A smile brought to his face as he hovered slightly over you and kissed on your temple. After spending so many years of a broken relationship, you found your back towards him.

His hands trailed over to your figure as he could feel the soft skin against his fingers. He was deep in thought to observe the beauty in you that he couldn't hear what you said. ''Shang-chi.'' You let out a small moan when he noticed that your hips bucked against nothing.

He thought that you were having a bad dream until when he heard you say it again clearer. ''Shang-chi.'' You let out a small whimper, the familiar whimper that you use to do when you guys had sex.

He was flattered, seeing you in this state made his dick hard enough when he heard you moan louder this time. You were desperate for his cock as he kept watching you buck your hips into the mattress. He watched as he saw you grip your pillow tighter as a small whimper left your mouth.

He trailed his fingers slightly towards your waist before his fingers dropped down to your wet cunt. He let out a sigh when he played slightly with your folds before he plunged his fingers into your cunt.

He sucked in a breath when he could feel how tight you were and wet. You let out a moan when you could feel his fingers thrusting in and out at a fast pace. ''Shang-chi.'' You moaned and let out a whimper.

Shang-chi leaned over you as he placed small flutter kisses on your bare shoulder. ''That's it, such a good girl.'' He whispered and leaned into your ear. You let out a small groan and clutched at his wrist to keep him going faster.

''Are you going to cum, baby?'' He asked you in a low voice as you bit your lip in pleasure. He pumped in faster this time, which made you let out a gasp and open your eyes in pleasure. You turned your head around slightly so you could see Shang-chi's body pressed hard against yours.

''Yes.'' You answered with a whimper. ''Yes, what?'' He asked firmly and looked into your eyes. ''Yes, daddy.'' You answered him with a childish voice. ''That's my good girl.'' He grumbled and flipped you over so your back was on the mattress.

You were naked so he could see your bare chest and the marks that he planted on you from yesterday. ''You've been good for daddy, so I think you deserve an award, hm?'' He murmured into your neck as he kept thrusting.

You couldn't let out a word because of the pleasure that was coursing through your whole body. He trailed down to your chest as he opened his mouth and began to suck on your nipple. ''Oh god.'' You let out a moan as you leaned your head back into the pillow in pleasure.

He began to suck softly on your nipple before he went deeper and suck on your boob. He went faster and he could tell that you were so close. Your pussy was clenching around his fingers so tightly.

You gripped on his shoulders as you bucked your hips into his fingers and then you felt the pleasure explode. You let out a loud moan when you came. You breathed heavily and looked down with tired eyes towards Shang-chi as he still had his mouth on your tits.

''Good girl.'' He praised you before placing a kiss on your forehead and releasing his fingers. He looked at you with a smirk as he placed his fingers into his mouth and let out a moan. ''God, you taste so sweet as always.'' He complimented you before laying next to you.

''Good morning to you too.'' You responded with a chuckle as he brought you closer to his side. You saw his cock and it was still hard. You turned him around so he could face his back against the mattress. He looked at you with surprise, not expecting the sudden action. ''What are you doing?'' He asked you with wide eyes and saw you climb between his legs.

''Helping you.'' You responded as you took off his boxers. His hard cock sprung out and you leaned towards it. You opened your mouth as you sucked the tip of his cock while you watched Shang-chi's head lean into the pillow with pleasure.

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Lmao, i've basically never interacted with y'all except linda so you're welcome to ignore this but hi

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[zi-i-think]

Strawberry Chapstick

Pairing: Xu Shang-Chi x fem!Reader

Rating: NSFW (Minors DNI)

Word Count: 700+

Warnings: Smut!; Curse words; Vagninal sex; safe sex

Request: yes

Prompt: Smut and Fluff

AN: Last request! I decided I'd do the Shang-Chi smut since I'll be getting more comfortable with it. Hope you enjoy it!

“Fuck.” You gasped. Your head was thrown back and your hands were digging into the mattress sheets.

Shang-Chi knew how to work his way around a woman. And god(s) were you grateful to be that woman. His hands rested by your head, holding him up above you while his dick was buried inside of you. He kept a steady pace as he sucked on your neck. Leaving a trail of forming purple spots.

“Right there.” A throaty moan escaped your throat. Your hips started to move, matching his pace.

His hand slid over yours, intertwining your fingers while simultaneously pushing you deeper into the mattress.

“So good.” He sucked in a breath while licking a stripe up your throat until his lips found yours. The kiss was delicate. Like a flower landing in a lake, creating small ripples in the water.

“Oh my god(s). Shang-Chi-” Your words were caught in your throat. A familiar knot in your core was tightening up, ready to break. Your face twisted and your mouth dropped. This was enough to let the man know you were close to your climax.

“I’m gonna-” He moaned deeply. You hummed in agreement. The pace picked up, desperate to catch the euphoric feeling.

You cried out with bliss once the orgasm hit. Your body shivered in the feeling while sweat dripped down your forehead. Shang-Chi reached his edge just moments after, emptying himself into the condom. He stayed inside of you for a few more moments, his head rested on yours and he kissed your nose.

When he pulled out, you let out a while. Your pussy was sensitive, and the movement sent a jolt up your body. He threw out the condom and reached for the water on the bedside table.

“Here.” He said while holding the water out for you. You moved yourself to lean on your elbow, grabbing the water and mumbling a ‘thank you.’ The cool water flowed down your throat, releasing some of the burning feeling that was built up through all your moaning and crying out his name.

“I’ll start a bath.” He told you, taking the water and putting it back on the cupholder.

You just hummed in response and flopped back on the bed. Your body was still coming down from its climax. Your muscles needed to relax. You heard the water start and a smile tugged at your lips. Shang-Chi never failed to show you how much he cared. He had stamina, he could bounce back after sex quickly just like how he could bounce back after a fight. There were tons of pros to dating a superhero.

You were slipping off into a nap when you felt soft lips on yours. These vaguely tasted like strawberries.

“Did you put on chapstick while you were in the bathroom?” You giggled, opening your eyes to see Shang-Chi’s smooth and perfect face in front of you.

“Don’t judge me. No one wants to kiss chapped lips.” He claimed, pecking your lips again.

“If they were your lips, I would.” You rebutted.

Your boyfriend blushed a deep red, making your smirk smugly and your stomach flutter. You were the only one who could make him melt, and you both knew it.

“How about a bath?” He urged you to the bathroom, lightly tugging your wrist.

“But I’m comfortable.” You groaned. The bed was so soft and you felt so tired, a bath could wait.

“You're also sweaty. I know you, you’ll complain about how gross you feel when you wake up.” He knew you so well.

You begrudgingly followed him to the bathroom, where a full tub was waiting for you. You looked into the mirror and did a double-take. The hickies on your neck were a dark purple and blue, marking all over your neck.

“Oh no.” You gasped and leaned over the sink to better examine them. “Shang-Chi, what did you do?” You whined, lightning touching around them.

“You didn’t seem to mind while I was making them.” He chuckled, his still naked body wrapped around you and he kissed your shoulder.

“I have work tomorrow.” You told him.

"Wear a turtleneck.” He suggested with a shrug.

“It’s the middle of summer.” Your voice dropped, the reality that you were going to be given a hard time tomorrow was setting in.

“Call in sick. Then we can do this all over again.” His hands were combing through your hair.

“I’m going to kill you.” You stated with a straight face.

“Hmm. After the bath.” He pulled you gently to the water. An eyebrow was raised and a smile on his face. You loved him, really, but sometimes he did make your life a bit harder.

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[tom-whore-dleston]

Until I Found You

Pairing: Xu Shangqi x !Avenger f. reader

Genre: angst + fluff + minimal smut

Warnings: questioning of the multiverse, mentions of death, crying, pillow talk, handjob, initial penetration

Summary: Shangqi questions how different his life would be in another universe, but realizes it’s not worth living in without you.  

Word Count: 1k

Notes: I went through the ‘if the multiverse was real’ trend on tik tok, hence why this is so feelsy 😅🥲 Huge thank you to @sparkledfirecracker for helping me with the angst and fluff aspects and to @geekygee01 for the finishing touches!! I greatly appreciate y’all 💖Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

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Shangqi enjoyed when you showered him with love and attention every now and then, but you noticed that he was more touchy feely than normal. It didn’t change the way you went about your day, nor did it change the way you love him. But you were curious as to what got him in this kind of mood. It got to the point where your signs of affection weren’t enough so after dinner, he dragged you into his room to passionately fuck you. An hour later, your lover spilled his taint inside you, pecking small kisses over your sweaty face.

Shangqi collapsed onto the bed next to you, lungs begging for fresh air as he came down from the blissful high that you brought him to. You giggled next to him, staring at the ceiling as if looking straight into the pearly gates of heaven. Your hands linked together in the middle of the bed, and then your eyes met like a magnet pulled you towards one another. 

“You still with me, Princess?” your super boyfriend asked, dragging his thumb over your hand. 

You smiled, “Yeah, just needed to catch my breath.”

“C’mere Princess, I wanna hold you.” You obligingly rolled over until your naked body was flush against Shangqi’s and he instantly wrapped his arms around you. 

“Someone’s extra cuddly and affectionate today,” you teased, smiling until your cheeks were sore. What Shangqi was about to say next made you regret poking fun at him.

“I’m sorry if I’m too much, baby. I just don’t want you to leave me.” He hid his face into the crook of your neck. Your heart hurt like a bee had stung it and the wound swelled against your chest. 

“Woah, now,” you frowned, worry and melancholy laced in your voice. “I love you and I would never leave you. Why would you ever think that?” Not a peep came from Shangqi as his face stayed buried there. You called out his name, almost like a whisper, causing him to peek his head out. His brown eyes glistened with tears that were aching to fall down his face.

“This is gonna sound silly.” As much as you wanted to retort and disagree with him, you allowed him to speak his mind. “Last night, I had a dream that you died while fighting the Scarlet Witch–well, Wanda–and I obviously didn’t take your death very well, so I joined her in helping her find her sons. And in turn, she promised to help me find a universe where we could be together again. The thing is, Wanda knew all along that there wouldn’t be a universe where you loved me because I followed the footsteps of my father. You only saw me as a killer.” Shangqi paused. Not because he was waiting for a response from you, but because he was fighting the urge to choke on his words. 

“You know something. I was always curious about the multiverse. After my father died, I wondered what my life would be like if both my mother and father were still alive. Maybe I wouldn’t have had to spend my whole childhood learning to become an assassin. Maybe my relationship with my sister wouldn't be so strained. Maybe my mom and dad would have grown old together like they wanted. We could’ve been happy. We could’ve been a real family. But then I realized other things. I would’ve never met Katy. I would’ve never taken the rings. I wouldn’t have met your dad and become an Avenger.” Shangqi’s voice began to crack as a tear finally trickled down his cheek. “Most of all, I would never have met you.” His head burrowed into your neck again, sobbing while squeezing you tenderly against him. Your fingers combed through his hair tossled from your previous activities. You allowed him to cry until he was ready to continue.

“I don’t know how many other universes there are—I’d actually rather not know—-but I don’t ever want to live in a universe without you in it. I can’t live without you, Princess.” His words struck a chord deep inside you. He plucked that chord inside you as his wet tears permeated your collarbone. It didn’t register that you had been crying until a salty tear dripped onto your lip and you struggled to breathe out of your nose. 

“Shangqi, look at me.” Your hand caressed his tear stained cheek, causing him to peer into your loving eyes. His vision was blurry due to his tearful eyes, but he still managed to find your gaze. “It was just a dream. I’m here and I’m safe with you. I didn’t have the privilege of jumping universes with Strange and America, but I doubt that you became your father in every universe. And I refuse to believe that I hated you in every universe.” You pressed your lips to his temple, leaving them there for a few seconds. He grinned slightly behind the sniffles. 

“Your mind is playing games with you and I don’t want you listening to them. I love you, Shangqi, and nothing will ever change that.” While you talked, Shangqi rested his hand over yours on his cheek, drawing circles over your hand with his thumb. He loved how you always knew the right words to say that would make him feel better. After the years of pain he went through, you and your love were exactly what he needed. 

Another tear trailed down your eye as your lips curled into a warm smile. “No matter how many universes there are in the multiverse, I hope every variant of me is lucky enough to be loved by you.”

Shangqi wasted no time in pulling you closer to him so he could kiss you. His lips molded against yours as if they were made to be sculpted together. He traced your bare skin with his taut hands, cherishing your ethereal curves. Without breaking the kiss, you threw your leg over his hips, hoisting yourself up so you can straddle him. Shangqi grinned against your lips at the sudden maneuver. 

“Let me prove to you that I love you and will never leave you.” As you moved down his legs, Shangqi watched you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Grasping his cock, you stroked him until he was pulsing with desire in your hands. His raspy whimpers caused your core to slicken and throb with need. You were eager for him to fill you with his love.

“I love you, Princess. I love you so much.” You gazed into his brown eyes as you sunk on top of him, mouths falling ajar and eyebrows furrowed in the middle. Once you were connected at your groins, your lips crashed against his, drinking each other’s moans while your hips moved against one anothers to a beat that was made for the two of you.

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[endofthelinegang]

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[hypoesthetic]

close 2 u (original ver.)

🔞 [shangqi x katy]

a/n: light smut ahead. this is the original version, and has been purged from AO3. I'm reuploading it here bc people seem to like it. You can find the remix here: close 2 u (the dirty reverb remix)

They barely make it to the apartment.

Shangqi kicks the door closed and manhandles Katy against the wall.

“Fuck,” Katy curses, “Dude, you miss me that much?”

Her eyes are dark and blown in the low light. Desperation hooks itself low in Shangqi’s chest and he falls to his knees, clumsy hands trying to unbutton Katy’s neon orange pants.

“Yeah,” he gasps, looking up at her, “Am I not allowed to miss my best friend?”

Katy laughs loud, a little breathless, “We saw each other yesterday. Just say you’re an absolute horndog, Shaun.”

He wrestles the material down her thighs, guides each foot out of their respective pant leg. Then Shangqi lifts her leg and hooks it on his shoulder, kisses the side of her knee.

“I am an absolute horndog,” he parrots, mouth traveling further inside her thigh. Katy’s breath hitches. Shangqi’s cock strains against his jeans. Once he reaches the juncture of her thigh and her hip, Katy jerks and he has to hold her still.

“Shaun,” she warns, almost a whisper, “Come on, man.”

And because he’s a complete fool for her, he puts her leg down, starts to stand up. Katy is already meeting him halfway, gathering his face in her small hands. The kiss stings a little, tipsy and with teeth. Heat roils underneath his skin where she’s touching him. When Katy opens her mouth to lick into his mouth, his knees almost buckle. She tastes like the peach soju they've been drinking, sweet and heady and bitter. He presses in further, hungry for more.

Katy pushes gently at his chest, an insinuation. Shangqi cups the back of her head with one hand, the other arm looping around her shoulders, pulling them towards the bed. When the back of his knees hit the bed, Katy pulls away. Her lips are wet, bruised. Shangqi, kiss-dumb, tries to follow but Katy strays him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Come on,” she rasps, grappling him free of his shirt, “Pants. Off.”

Shangqi tries his best, throat closing up when he catches the look on Katy’s face. It shakes him to his bones to know that she wants like he wants. Finally, a small voice in his head sings. Once he frees himself of his pants, he pulls Katy for another kiss. Holds her close to him and spins them so he can guide her down the bed.

…

Shangqi kisses her temple. He skates overheated palms from her collarbones, to her breasts, to the softness of her stomach. Katy arches towards him, her thumbs tracing slow circles on his clavicles.

He reaches down and brings her knees to her chest, making her squeak.

“Damn, what is it with you and—” she cuts herself off the moment he licks into her pussy, breaks into a moan.

Shangqi chuckles, smug. Holding the backs of her knees, he tastes along the seam of her cunt. Massages the flat of his tongue on her clit until she’s trying to writhe away. Shangqi gives her some allowance, but not enough to escape. He can feel himself leaking precome, cock rock hard against his abdomen.

“You’re so wet,” he groans.

Realizing that he’s not going to let up any soon, Katy grabs one of his pillows, smushes it onto her face. Shanqi spreads her wider. Katy’s mumbling incoherent things into the pillow, clutching it like a lifeline.

“What was that?” he pauses to ask, before going down again and presses his tongue just inside her pussy. Licks upwards to press firmly against her clit. Repeats it for good measure.

Shangqi eats her out like that, dipping his tongue, pressing upwards, over and over again. Katy screams, muffled, her hips jerking against his hold.

He gives one final lick before putting her legs down, “What was that, Katy?”

“I said,” she rasps as she surfaces from beneath the pillow, flushed and panting, “You’re being nasty.”

“This,” Shangqi climbs over her, kisses her full on the mouth, “is being nasty.”

“You weren’t this wild when we’re doing the friends with benefits thing,” she complains.

“This is an unlocked perk,” he says, making her snort.

In the dark, her long hair looks like spilled ink on his sheets. Her crooked smile makes his chest hurt. He runs a palm up her thigh, up up up, until he reaches her ribs. The heat of her skin is dizzying.  I love you, his mind chants.

For a long, breathless second, they both stay still, looking at each other. Now that he has nothing to hide, Shang-chi does not cower from his own desire. He drinks in the sight of her, hands overlaying the familiarity of Katy Chen with this newfound intimacy. Katy’s eyes flutter closed. Shangqi’s traversed the curve of her shoulders before. The arch of her spine, knows her shuddering sighs. But not quite like this, not with the certainty of belongingness. I can have her like this, he discovers, pleasure and yearning twisting in his gut.

And like an answered prayer, Katy loops her arms around his neck. Kisses him, slow and deliberate. His cheeks, his nose, his mouth. Shangqi’s weak for all of it. I am all yours.

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[lun-writes]

Can you please do Shang chi x male reader smut. There doesn’t have to be any plot

Here you go! Leave a like, comment, or reblog if you enjoyed the fic! And yes I waited until Simu Liu's birthday to post it.

On The Table (Smut)

Shangqi had (Y/n) bent over their table, (Y/n) hands gripping the edge with Shangqi's cock buried deep inside him. Every thrust caused the table to move forward causing Shang-chi to place one hand on his boyfriend's hip and shoulder to keep himself from sliding out of the warmth of (Y/n)'s hole.

(Y/n) moan out as Shangqi's cock pushed against his prostate making you see stars. Shangqi increased his pace making sure to hit that spot every time. The constant pounding your prostate was taking became too much as you came Shangqi following you a few thrusts after. Both men spent a few minutes catching their breath Shangqi recovered first slowly pulling out of you. Flipping (Y/n) over he leaned down giving him a kiss which (Y/n) returned.

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[watchtowerindistress]

we all have our secrets (1/5) - shangqi x asian!reader

Summary: Y/N receives a visit from a familiar face with the sinister news that the past can't be buried, endangering the life she built with Shaun.

Word count: 3.4k

Rating: M

Warnings: oral sex (f!receiving), dominant vibes, explicit language, fluff

Relationship: Xu Shangqi x asian!reader

Additional tags: Kinda during the events of Pre!Shang-Chi and the legend of the ten rings and post!Hawkeye/Black Widow

Author’s note: Would you look at that? This series title sounding so familiar with my we are not series. That sex scene wasn't even supposed to happen. This is what happens when I'm trying some normalcy between two partners. 🤦🏻‍♀️ I'm getting my booster shot today, so I just wanted to give you something, in case I no longer function properly.

Hope you're alright with me including an Asian reader, I just wanted to write something which would take my own heritage into account and a selfish and horny part of me just wants to imagine myself getting with Shangqi. I really hope I don't lose any readers because of that.

*Smut under the cut*

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~ One week later ~

Something fluttered in her belly once the warmth from the sun was tingling, reminding her that Y/N was on the brink of awakening.

But a part of her wanted to stay blissfully in that dream. She barely remembered what had happened, only that someone was pleasuring her wet heat.

Y/N believed it was Shaun who was performing some oral ‘loving’ − God, how cheesy did that sound? − it would've been pretty weird if it wasn’t him.

She moaned under her breath and leaned her head back. Her hips moved to the rhythm, craving Shaun’s mouth in her dream. Disappointment followed when she opened her eyes and gasped out loud. Y/N hated that she was taken out of that slumber all so suddenly.

“Oh my God.” Instinctively, her fingers stroked Shaun’s hair, needing to feel his mouth even closer.

“You taste fucking delicious,” a husky voice mumbled between her legs.

A heavy weight was settled right between them while the heat of Shaun’s body made her stomach tingle. Y/N was smiling contentedly while she felt the sheets rustle over her legs and slightly pushed them down until Shaun’s dark hair made an appearance. A salacious smirk met her while he licked her clit with vigor. The darkness in his eyes revealed how aroused he truly was from pleasuring her.

“Well, good morning to you too,” Y/N purred and grinded her hips to feel him even deeper. She had lost all inhibitions and craved to get what she wanted from Shaun until her cum would trickle all over his face.

Shaun hummed with a low voice. “Hmm, good morning, beautiful.”

His tongue was swirling in circles on her swollen nub, letting heat slowly overwhelm her while Shaun was staring with hypnotizing dark eyes.

Y/N’s fingers clenched in his hair with the sucking sounds taking over the bedroom.

“Oh, just keep going. I’m so close,” she gasped.

Taking that as incentive, Shaun pushed her legs higher until they rested on his broad shoulders.

That was always something that fascinated her about him. How there was more to him than met the eye. Until he would take off his clothes and reveal the true extent of his muscles on that body.

Y/N’s thighs clenched tighter around the sides of his head, and she felt almost afraid of choking him.

That didn’t deter him at all while his fingers held tight onto her upper thighs, keeping her close. His mouth remained fused to her pussy as a deep groan left his lips.

“Don’t you dare move.”

Those vibrations against her pulsating heat and Shaun’s quick tongue going in rhythmic circles made her gasp out loud. She was breathing heavily with every stroke while he tried to chase her orgasm.

Soon enough, Shaun inserted his fingers into her tight channel while he licked with hungry obsession.

Soreness tugged low in her core. A whimpering noise echoed from her lips before Y/N tried to pull back, feeling far too sensitive already.

“Don’t move,” he reminded her darkly.

Shaun would have none of it as his fingers clenched around her thighs, needing her close until she would see black spots from the intensity and Shaun’s dominance.

Y/N’s thighs quivered with the rush of ecstasy taking over her body and heat filled her completely. Shaun lapped up the pooling liquid like a man starved and grunted from the taste.

Her muscles were still spasming before she felt herself relax deep in her bones.

“Oh wow,” she murmured and absentmindedly dried the heat settling on her forehead. “What kind of cardio was that even?” She swallowed thickly as soon as she was breathing normally again.

Shaun chuckled under his breath and let his kisses brush against her inner thigh. “It was my pleasure.” His body slowly crept up her body while his mouth explored it as he went and snuggled at her back.

Strong arms stroked against the skin of her stomach underneath an old shirt she had borrowed from her boyfriend- or … Shaun. Whatever they were.

And just like that, everything tingled from his mere touch while his lips briefly brushed against her neck.

“I don’t think I like you wearing my shirt, Y/N.”

The sudden change of subject prompted her to turn her head to glance backwards at him. The serious tone in his voice was in contrast to the light humor in his brown eyes.

“Uh huh?”

“In fact,” Shaun’s fingers dragged the fabric higher inch by inch to uncover Y/N’s naked skin to his eyes as they grew darker with dangerous heat, “I think we should take it off.” He was all about the suspense when his face inched closer to hers with dark intent.

Not able to take it any longer, Y/N placed her hand against the back of his neck and yanked him towards her until his soft lips brushed against hers. A moan left her as soon as Shaun kissed her with a greedy passion, tasting herself on his lips. Rocking his pelvis against her core, Y/N could feel his hardness probing her dripping heat. The coldness of his amulet settled on her heaving chest and cooled the heat of her body.

Y/N groaned at the feel of Shaun’s tongue exploring the depths of her mouth while her fingers stroked his naked shoulder, getting to know him all over again after last night.

It had been kind of intense and set her whole body on fire while the tips of her fingers had admired the taut muscles of his abdomen, rendering her a salivating mess. A shuddering sigh wreaked through Shaun’s body when she felt a few elevations on his skin that resembled small scars.

Shaun was breathing heavily and let hot air exhale against Y/N’s lips as his face was inches away from hers. His eyes roamed over her body in a mysterious air that rendered her speechless.

“You drive me crazy.”

Y/N’s fingers were softly – almost distractedly – stroking the hair at the back of Shaun’s neck. “I seem to recall you saying that last night as well,” she whispered seductively.

Shaun smirked. “And I remember you calling me ‘God’ a lot.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Oh, am I?” His lips met hers in a soft caress, like some sort of good-morning kiss.

Humming low under her breath, Y/N couldn’t help wondering if she could remain in his arms and forget the world around them.

“What are you thinking?”

“You,” Y/N replied in an honest whisper, almost too scared to say it out loud. Like it was a secret just between them. “How much I like this.” She stroked his shoulders, enjoying the smooth sensation of his skin.

“Me too.” Shaun’s features appeared all soft as he asked in a murmur, “Are you hungry?”

Her eyes wandered over to his lips before she nodded mutely. “I could eat something,” she whispered.

“See you later, babe. Going over to Katy’s,” Shaun whispered against her lips in between soft kisses, letting warm air puff against her skin. “Miss you already.”

Y/N chuckled, but still sighed with the brief touches. “See you later, dork.” She pressed her lips together and stepped away from him with regret, loving the taste on her lips.

The flavor of boba was starting to become a distinct scent she would always associate with Shaun. He was secretly going to wreck her for any other guy.

“Now leave before I change my mind.” Despite knowing how candidly she truly meant it, she nudged him away to get rid of the temptation altogether.

Shaun put his hands in his pockets and revealed a pleased smile on his face. “Okay. I’ll see you.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows at his adorable antics. “Now go.”

He sent her a glance from under his eyelashes that made her reconsider her choice before he took over. “Okay, don’t have too much fun without me.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N turned around and called over her shoulder, “No promises.” She was chuckling under her breath as she strolled in the other direction, hearing his footsteps recede in the distance with every step.

Y/N had just walked a few blocks down the sidewalk when the back of her neck was tingling with an uncomfortable sensation. A contemplative frown took over her features, forcing her to halt in her steps.

“He’s cute, you know.”

That voice. Instantly, Y/N felt her stomach drop as that familiarity hit, and the painful memories resurfaced. Not intending to go down that rabbit hole, Y/N kept walking and pretended like she hadn’t heard a thing.

The blonde assassin had no issue keeping up with her as she hurried to her side. “Oh, come on, just admit that you missed me,” she teased next to her.

Aggravation was shining in her eyes when they lingered on the familiar face. “I don’t have time for your games, Yelena.”

The Russian woman lifted her arms in mock surrender. “No games, promise. Just another Widow wanting to get reacquainted.”

Y/N snorted, as she refused to believe Yelena’s sudden innocent nature. The blonde woman might have her sentimental moments, but she shied away from showing it.

“Okay, that’s a lie, you caught me. You know after all this time, you’re still one of few people who could see right through me.”

All of a sudden, Y/N stopped in her tracks and let her hands splay on her hips. “What do you want?” she asked with determination.

As Yelena pursed her lips and tilted her head, a certain glint shone in her green eyes. “Maybe we could try one of American customs? Have brunch together?”

Y/N pretended like she was letting it go through her head. “I already had breakfast. Maybe next time, in another life, maybe.” She hoped Yelena would take the hint as she kept walking.

Her presence lingered steps away like a haunting memory she tried to leave behind.

“You made a promise, remember.”

The younger assassin’s resolute voice evoked a clenching sensation low in her stomach. Y/N clenched her jaw before she slowly turned around and for the first time took the time to truly look at her.

Since the last time she had seen her in the Red Room, there was something different about her. Her blonde tresses were tied in a messy ponytail and the tips of her hair fell in waves down her shoulders. Judging by her clothes - dark leather jacket over her dark green blouse which complimented her torn jeans, Yelena was growing into her own self.

It truly made Y/N realize what they all had been through and that they needed pieces of normalcy that reflected they were their own person again. That no one would ever control their beings ever again.

But there was something else. Something that was simmering under the surface.

“Why did I have a feeling you would throw that in my face?” Y/N inquired with a weariness in her voice.

“I’m not above fighting dirty if I have to,” Yelena muttered in her accented voice.

As much as Y/N hated her manipulation tactics, Yelena’s usage of them made her stop short and swallow. If the younger woman had it her way, she’d probably have the audacity to reveal herself to Shaun - or even worse - if she felt pushed into a corner.

Y/N placed a small smirk on her face. “But I guess there’s brunch for a reason, am I right?”

Yelena smiled at her approving words. “I so love when you see things my way.”

“Oh my God,” Yelena moaned loudly and closed her eyes in bliss.

One would think Yelena hadn’t eaten in decades, the way she was stuffing her face with pancakes.

A small part of her was staring in amusement while being conscious of the stares of the other guests.

“Those are some delicious pancakes. You want to try?”

“No, thank you.” Y/N smiled briefly while she was taking her time enjoying her cold beverage.

Perceptive green eyes followed Y/N stirring the blue drink. “Seems we both are craving small comforts, right? What’d you call it again?”

Y/N’s gaze turned soft, as much as she tried not to let her get to her. “Sago’t Gulaman.” She nodded once and whispered in agreement. “Small comforts.”

Yelena’s shifted around, like she was taking in her surroundings for the first time.

As if.

“You and your boyfriend go here a lot?”

Y/N sent her a look not to go there. “As if you don’t already know.”

Yelena shrugged. “I just think it’s nice. Going out, enjoying foods and drinks from your home.”

Y/N was watching her in consideration at her words. “That would require me to have a childhood in the first place,” she negated almost with boredom. The mention of her heritage still put a sour taste in her mouth, as much as she tried to regain her footing by touching on what she had missed. What the Red Room had done to all of them couldn’t be easily forgotten.

“And he’s not my boyfriend,” she mentioned with heat blossoming in her cheeks.

“Uh huh.” The blonde took a large gulp from her vodka and orange juice with a satisfied sigh. “It’s just … you Americans, and your weird food habits. Like pancakes for brunch? And with Screwdriver even? Who thought, huh? Maybe you really are Russians after all.”

Y/N took the time to glance outside while keeping the exits in her eyesight. “Well, thank God, I’m not an American, right?”

Like a giddy kid, Yelena was smiling with her face still stuffed with food. “Feels like old times, doesn’t it?”

Y/N frowned since Yelena’s memory seemed to differ from hers. “I don’t remember any fun times, not really.”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. Surveillance, late at night. Just us and other girls.”

“You eating all the foods,” she continued painting the picture for her.

Yelena’s eyes widened. “Exactly.”

“You mean before Dreykov did the mind-meld on us? Those fun times?”

Exhaling heavily, Yelena leaned back in her seat and watched Y/N intensely with considering eyes.

Y/N leaned forward on her crossed arms on the table. “You want something, don’t you? So why don’t we skip the interrogation session covered as a moment of nostalgia, and you just tell me what you want?”

Yelena tilted her head. “What, no pleasantries? And I’m hardly interrogating you, Y/L/N.”

Y/N’s eyes turned serious. “I’m certain. I told you I was out for a reason. That part of my life is over.”

“I know that. And I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have other choice.”

Y/N nodded her head. There was a part of her that did understand, as much as she foolishly thought she had put the past behind her. “How are the others?”

“I’ve woken some of them by now.”

Y/N inhaled deeply, knowing how much this meant to Yelena, as it did to her. They were all her sisters as well. “Good. They’ve been under the Red Room’s control long enough. It’s time they woke up.”

“But it’s still not enough,” she admitted and averted her eyes. “Don’t make me beg,” she muttered under her breath, like a heavy secret weighing on her.

Y/N crossed her arms. It made her wonder that Yelena asked for help in the first place. “Why now?”

“Something happened to me while I was freeing Ana.” Yelena spoke slowly as she forced the words from her lips like it would free her by confiding in Y/N. “One second, I was right there, and next I blink, the next five years had passed.”

Y/N sighed. Getting dusted was not something she wished on anyone. Except Dreykov - that bastard could rot in hell. But still, Y/N felt for the young Belova.

Abruptly, Yelena’s head whipped in the air before her eyes zeroed in on her. “Do you know what it feels knowing you lost all this time of your life and the next second you find out your own sister died saving the world?”

Y/N had hoped the mention of her sister would follow way later. Or not at all. “I heard what happened to Natasha. I’m sorry.”

Yelena’s blank face saw right through her. “There’s no need to lie.”

“I’m too tired to talk ill of people who are dead. I never hated Romanoff.”

Yelena’s eyebrows rose. “No, you just strongly disliked her.”

Her ears were ringing once her last moment with Natasha came to mind. “She made her choice all those years ago. I was the one who stayed, trying to keep you and everyone else safe from the darkness of the Red Room.”

Yelena’s sudden sentiment of comfort took her by surprise when she covered her hand with hers. The warmth of her skin filled Y/N with a feeling of being home again.

“And you will never know how grateful I am that you did. I just … things are different now and I … never felt more alone than ever. It’s funny how I freed so many Widows, we have this network of female assassins, and I feel so isolated in this world.”

“You aren’t,” Y/N whispered with conviction.

Yelena tilted her head and gazed up at her from under her eyelashes. “So, you will help me?”

“You didn’t have to ask.” Y/N took a sip of her drink. “You know, all these manipulation tactics of yours weren’t even necessary. You shouldn’t have gone for the jugular.”

Looking teary-eyed at Y/N, Yelena replied, “You say, you’re not an American, and you still are sucker for this emotional stuff, admit it. Talking about emotional – how is that hunk of a boyfriend of yours?”

“Could you stop talking about Shaun?”

“Shaun…” Yelena spoke slowly, “He looks … delectable.”

“It’s weird when you’re trying to be a normal girl who’s just talking about boys, Yelena.”

“Does he know?” she whispered ominously and kept her gaze fixed on her while sipping her milkshake through a straw.

Y/N snorted, just imagining that scenario. “How would that conversation even go? ‘Hey, Shaun, listen, looks like I’m a world-class assassin who was trained by the best to manipulate men and kill them without even blinking. What do you want for lunch, babe?’”

The cynic in Yelena made another appearance. “Maybe you’re fooling yourself. A normal life, you think you can have that? How does that work, by the way? He’s in the kitchen, holding a knife in his hands, do you get flashbacks when that happens?”

“Kind of hypocritical to free all those Widows while refusing to believe they can ever be normal again.”

Yelena lifted her palms in the air as an offering. “I’m a deep well.”

“Let’s just get this over with. Where are we going?”

“Bucharest. Home of art and culture,” Yelena admitted.

“Maybe that’s why I’m lone wolf, nothing and no one is holding me back.” Yelena was still proving her sarcastic self and leaned next to the doorjamb while Y/N was trying to unlock the door to Shaun’s apartment.

Without looking at her, Y/N said, “That’s a sad way to live, Yelena,” and finally managed to open the door before she stepped inside.

She could feel Yelena shrugging behind her when she replied, “It’s a safe way to live.” She called out into the apartment, “Hello, boyfriend of Y/N’s. We come in peace.”

Y/N sent her a glare over her shoulder as she was passing her. “Shaun, you here?”

“You have key already? You’ve been moving fast.”

Y/N was glancing around as she muttered absentmindedly, “Stop stalking me. You sound utterly creepy.”

“What can I say? It’s a talent of mine.” She followed her example by going one step further and peeked at Shaun’s mail instead. “Did he dip already?”

Something caught her eye which made her frown. The familiarity of Shaun’s handwriting made her stop short before the beginnings of a letter stood out.

‘Dear Y/N…’

Y/N bit her lip once the message became apparent. Merely scanning the small letter, Y/N was still confused by the contents. Something about needing to do something important with Katy and that he was going to come back soon.

Not wanting to read anymore, Y/N let the piece of paper drop on the table again as heat grew in her cheeks. “Let’s just get out of here. The plane for Bucharest isn’t waiting forever.”

Yelena narrowed her eyes. “Mmmh, if you say so.”

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[buckybleu]

❣︎ the girl in paris ❣︎

pairing: artist(painter)!Shangqi/Shang-Chi x fem!reader

summary: A painter's muse paints his life in color.

warnings: 18+ only; unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, fingering (f), brief mentions of breast play, cum play(?), and overstimulation.

A/N: Part 2 to Before Paris, a piece I wrote for @tom-whore-dleston 500 follower writing challenge. I spent so much time deleting and rewriting this (especially the smut); just overthinking and trying to perfect it. But after reading over it a few times, I think I'm happy with it! I hope you enjoy, happy reading! 🎨

**Please do check out the rest of Jordan's 500 followers writing challenge masterlist; so many other amazing stories have also been submitted.

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Soft chatter of attendees waft through the air; some inspecting the fine lines of graphite, others loiter and drink amongst one another. When Shangqi’s agent told him this showing would be his biggest yet, she was not kidding. The room was full, a mixture of art critics, casual onlookers, and high bidders. Every few minutes Sonny, Shangqi’s agent, would whisper into his ear to let him know another piece of his had sold.

He’s ecstatic and joyful at the success of his gallery. But there was a missing piece of the show. You. The hands on his watch ticked forward too quickly for his liking. Each glance at it showed a minute closer to the gallery closing. Did you forget? No, maybe you were running late. Oh fuck, did he write down the wrong address? Why didn’t he just ask for your number? A million different scenarios played through his mind, all of them explaining why you’re not here.

That wasn’t until he spotted someone timeless in the corner.

Your periwinkle satin dress sparkled under the soft overhead light, casting an angelic glow. And for the first time, Shangqi could really see every detail of your face, from the curve of your nose to the plush, soft lips that you painted crimson. The way you stood admiring his work, how your left hand held the stem of the glass, and head slightly tilted to the side, told him a story. But what captured Shangqi most was your beauty. Your beauty was the kind that stole people’s breath. The kind that you couldn’t seize on film, because beauty was in the moment.

And then you turn.

And Shangqi sees the most beautiful picture in front of him. A bright smile etches across your face when you spot him, placing a glass down before making your way towards him.

“The man of the hour! I didn’t think I’d be able to catch a moment with you.” You pull him into a hug, arms wrapped around his back. Shangqi’s arms tighten around you, as if someone might pull you apart, as if you might slip from reality, and disappear.

“I didn’t know if you'd make…I didn’t see you come in” he says.

“You were busy with other guests, I didn’t want to interrupt. I busied myself with the gallery and a glass of wine.” You admire the work around you, smiling when you spot your favorite. “Congratulations, by the way. Everything is absolutely breathtaking. I knew you were underselling your talent on the train!”

Shangqi chuckles, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, you know. I’ve gotten some nasty reviews already.”

“Well, in my eyes what you created is beautiful.” You loop your arm around his, tugging him towards the front. “Now, Picasso, I'd love a personal tour from the man himself.”

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And they start from the very beginning, mesmerized by each other like the first time they met on the train. Shangqi describes every piece with pride and detail, telling you what emotions he felt when sketching it, what story it told him, how he scraped a piece and started all over. You hang onto every word from him, not wanting to hear the end of it. By the time you both stand before the last piece, your fingers are intertwined with one another, unsure how or when it happened; just glad you’re holding onto each other.

“This is my favorite piece” you say.

It’s simple. Nothing intricate or complex. Simple, but holds more meaning than anything you’ve seen before. It’s a charcoal sketch of an elderly woman. The details aren’t fine, but you can tell what is what; her button nose, arching brows and gentle smile. But when looking at it as a whole, it’s blurry. Like movement caught on canvas.

“Really?” Shangqi stares at the canvas, unsure what you see. “It’s not my best. I wasn’t sure anyone else would enjoy it.”

You let go of his hand, stepping closer to the piece, learning the lines of charcoal by heart. Your voice is soft, “The story is still ongoing. It’s not done, in progress…like me.” You whisper the last part to yourself, but Shangqi’s ears catch it.

You continue, “Everything else you’ve sketched and painted has a beginning, middle, and end. She doesn’t, and that’s the beauty of it. The beauty is in our imagination to create what’s next, where she might end up.”

There’s peaceful silence as you both admire the portrait, both unsure what to say next.

You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble. It’s just…I don’t know, she reminded me of…me I guess.”

Shangqi turns to you, “How so?”

Your eyes are glossy when you turn towards him, “I think of the place I might end up, my ending. I don’t know where that might be, but I can imagine all the beautiful places that could be. My ending, where I finally take root. Home.”

The sound of Sonny’s clicking heels stops Shangqi from asking more. Sonny clears her throat, alerting her arrival. “Shangqi, Mr. Wilson wants to inquire about a commission before we close. He’s in a hurry.”

Shangqi gives Sonny a polite smile, telling her he’ll be there in a second. As Sonny walks back, he turns his gaze back to you, still admiring the piece.

“I’ll be right back, like two minutes. Please don’t go anywhere” he pleads.

“Don’t worry, I’ll meet you out front in a bit.” You squeeze his hand, reassuring him. “Go, I promise I’ll come find you.”

And with that promise, Shangqi grins and places a swift kiss to your cheek and is off to find Mr. Wilson.

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Paris is not a city, but a world. Its excitement, glamour, and romance in the air leaves no thought for sleep. The small pebbled roads are usually buzzing with tourists and Parisians, on their way to the next destination. But tonight, there are only two who occupy these roads as the glow of the Eiffel Tower lights their way.

As promised, you waited for Shangqi by the door, coat in hand and a smile on your face. Bidding a goodnight to Mr. Wilson and Sonny, you and Shangqi walk towards his studio apartment for the night.

Though the city is quiet tonight, the sound of yours and Shangqi’s laughter dance through the air. Catching up on lost time, even if it had only been a few days.

“Wait, hold on.” You hold onto Shangqi’s arm to slip off your heels. “Ah, much better! These were killing my feet.”

“Now your feet are going to get dirty” Shangqi snorts. “We can’t have that now.”

“Oh well, better than my feet being in pain. You try wearing-” your laughter cuts you off as Shangqi scoops you off the ground, now holding you bridal style. “Shangqi! What are you doing?”

“What? I can’t let my girl dirty her feet now can we?” he informs.

You wrap your arms around his neck and peck his cheek. “Oh? I’m your girl?” Even under the Paris moonlight, Shangqi blushing cheeks can be seen. “Well your girl kindly requests you take her home.”

“Your wish is my command.”

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Shangqi’s studio apartment is nothing but him through and through. From the empty canvases and paint palettes, to the scattered clothing on his couch and warm scent of leather and patchouli. Sketchbooks are sprawled across his dining table alongside empty take out boxes. In the corner room an unfinished painting of Paris’ sunset sits on an easel, illuminated by the moonlight.

“You never told me what you do for a living,” Shangqi hands you a glass of white wine as he settles beside you.

You swirl your glass of wine and take a sip, “I’m a writer.”

“Anything in particular you’re working on?” Shangqi notices the hesitation in your answer as you bite your bottom lip. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. We can talk-”

“No, no. It’s just…I’ve been traveling for the past month, hoping for some inspiration. And I think I finally have an idea.”

Shangqi smiles, “Tell me about it.”

And there Shangqi sees it again, a beauty that takes his breath away. You break out into a huge grin, excited to have someone listen.

So you talk.

And he listens.

And somewhere between explaining the forbidden love between the protagonist and antagonist and the climax of the story, Shangqi’s head ends up in your lap and your hands in his hair. Shangqi listens to every detail you have to spare, letting the stories glide like your fingers through his hair.

“That’s quite the story you got there Ms. Brontë.”

You laugh at Shangqi’s nickname for you, “Brontë? I don’t know, Charlotte Brontë was a genius. That’s a lot to live up to, Picasso. There’s a lot more I need to figure out, but that’s the meat and potatoes of it. The finer details will need a bit more exploring. I want to feel more, experience it myself before I can immerse myself into writing it.”

“Feel more?” asks Shangqi.

“Some say creating stories is best when you’ve experienced it yourself. You understand their motives and feelings. The intricate nature of their being. Feel their stories and live in their shoes for a bit.”

“I have an idea,” Shangqi says. He lifts his head from your lap, stands, and extends his hand, “I promise, it’ll help. Maybe a little fun.”

You take his hand, following Shangqi to a corner of the studio that’s covered with tarp. Every color of paint you could ever imagine sits on shelves; bright oranges, neutrals, pastels, everything. He lets go of your hand to pick out some brushes and jars of paint.

“Have you ever tried body painting? Sometimes I paint little things on my arms or legs to allow the creativity to flow. But more than anything it’s just super relaxing.” Shangqi places some blankets and pillows down before looking back up at you, “Want to give it a try?”

You sink down onto a pillow, legs crisscrossed and laugh, “Sure, but I can’t paint to save my life.”

“How about this, I’ll paint you while you tell me more about your story. Maybe it’ll help not only your creativity, but mine also. I’ve been stuck on this idea I have in my head. What do you say?” he reassures you with a smile.

Nodding, you make yourself comfortable on the floor, watching his every movement. Shangqi starts mixing paints on his palette, brows furrowed in concentration. There's artistic glow as he works, magic that draws you into his world.

“Usually we paint on your back,” Shangqi says. “But you’d have to be shirtless and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. We can just do your arms or legs or whatever-”.

The words die on Shangqi’s tongue as he watches you slip down the straps of your dress. You’re sitting in only your panties, arms holding your breasts.

“Is this okay?” you ask, back towards him and laughing at his shocked expression. Shangqi licks his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

The moonlight pours in from the window, illuminating Shangqi’s canvas, your back. You shiver, holding back a moan as Shangqi traces the paint on your back. His paint strokes are gentle as a feather, nearly lulling you to sleep.

You tell him of your heroine’s pleasures and desires. Of her lost world. Shangqi becomes lost in you, lost in your words. He’s lost in the world of color, transported into another universe as he follows your descriptors.

“And she’s just not sure what’s going to happen next. She’s spent so long without roots that she’s not sure if she can grow them, take root in permanence. Her world has flipped-oh fuck” you let a breathy moan as the brush bristle grazes the side of your neck. Heat rushes to your cheeks, embarrassed of the sound you’ve made.

“Shit, sorry. Are you alright?” Shangqi asks, setting his brush down. The last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable. You let a breathy yes for him to continue painting. Heat slowly starts to build in your core, wetness pooling your panties as the brush is pressured along your neck. “Almost done, baby.” Shangqi says, his warm breath close to your ears, sending shivers down your spine.

You don’t register any of Shangqi’s words when tells you he’s done. Sensual fantasies of how you crave Shangqi between your legs or filling you with his cock, plague your mind. How much you want him to relive the ache between your legs. His soft lips on your shoulder slowly lulls you away from your fantasies.

You lean into his broad chest, tilting your head towards him. His hands are steady on your hip as you pull his face to yours, lips chasing after each other, needy with passion. Shangqi’s tongue traces your bottom lip, asking for entrance as his hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you closer into his body. Your tongues clash, fighting for dominance. You whine as Shangqi pulls aways, but let out an erotic moan as he sucks and bites your neck. Your legs involuntarily open.

“P-Please Shangqi, fuck.” you whimper. You’re distracted when you open your eyes, finally noticing the mirror in front of you. You groan watching the salacious scene unfold, Shangqi’s hands cupping and pulling your breasts, drawing every little mewl from your swollen lips. High pitched whines escape as he twists and pulls on your nipples.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Shangqi bites your shoulder, smirking when you guide one his hands down to your clothed sex. He cups your sweet core, fingers pushing your panties to the side, “I know you have a way with words, honey. Use your pretty little mouth for me. Let me hear it.”

“Fuck. Touch me, please.” You rut against his hardening cock in his pants, moaning at the friction. “I want this so bad, please-fuck.”

His fingers find your swollen nub, circling it with the honey between your legs. Your whines of more and right there, only edge him on. Shangqi adds more pressure onto your clit, causing your legs to tremble and you nearly falling forward.

“You want my fingers baby? Hm? You want cum all over my fingers?” Shangqi teases your hole, fingers slightly prodding your entrance. He huffs out a little laughter, watching you nod your head furiously. The world around you blurs, pleasure spilling out of your core. Shangqi groans while watching you in the mirror, sinking two fingers into you, pumping them in and out. You throw your head back in pleasure, writhing on his fingers. You’re babbling nonsense, almost ashamed of how far you’re gone. The coil in your stomach quickly comes undone, gushing and clenching around his fingers.

Shangqi works you through your high, watching your body tremble as he holds you tightly against his chest. He presses kisses along your shoulder and neck as your body calms.

You pull him towards your lips, needing to feel the warmth of his breath, whining for more. “I need you, please. I want more Shangqi.” You yelp in surprise when Shangqi scoops you into his arms, heading towards the bed.

Shangqi gently tosses you onto his bed, not caring for wet paint on your back. Especially when he’s about to make another one. He quickly strips off his clothes and climbs over your body. You strip off your panties and dress, innately spread your legs open, welcoming him between your legs. His lips hover over yours before smashing them onto you. Shangqi takes your mouth like it's a prize, hungrily pushing his tongue on yours.

He pulls away and dips his head, nibbling against your collarbone. You fight back the shiver as he kisses down your jaw to your throat. His breath brushes against your ear, “I want you. Fuck, I need you so bad, baby.” The tip of his cock grazes your clit, sending jolts of electricity through your body. “Tell me you want this. Tell me to fill you with my cock.”

He guides the tip of his cock to your entrance when you give him a breathy yes. Shangqi slowly sinks into your wet heat, his cock stretching you deliciously. You wrap your legs around his waist, nails clawing at his back, leaving red marks. He kisses the tears on your cheeks, cooing you, telling you how good you are for taking him.

“Need you to fuck me Shangqi. Please fuck me.” Your little pleas urge him to slowly thrust in and out, loving the warmth around his cock. Your bodies are pressed together, shaped like they were meant to fit together. He lays his body weight on you, his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he rocks his hips into you.

“So fucking tight more, baby. Your pussy was made for me.” He praises, beginning to set a faster and harder pace. You moan uncontrollably, goosebumps rising your skin from the pleasure surging through your body. Your velvet walls flutter around his cock, alerting him of your imminent release.

His cocks fills you to the hilt, the tip grazing your sweet spot with every pound into you. “Come for me, baby. Want to feel you cream all over my cock. Milk me, take what’s yours.” You mewl at his words, ready to unravel. Shangqi takes his hand and presses down on your lower belly, his thumb circling your nub. You fall apart on his cock, seeing stars in your visions. Your sweet juices drip out, down his cock to his balls. Shangqi is intoxicated with the sounds of your criesas you cum. Your climax triggering Shangqi’s, his hips stuttering as he paints your walls white, chanting your name like a prayer.

He sits up slightly, still slowly thrusting as he watches the mix of his and your cum coat his cock. When Shangqi pulls out, he growls and watches in awe, cum seeping out your puckered hole. He scoops your cum with two fingers, smearing the mess all over.

The night is silent as you and Shangqi recollect yourself. He presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, promising to be right back. You watch as he climbs off the bed, heading to the bathroom, admiring the way his muscles flex that are decorated with your markings. He comes back with a warm towel and cleans the mess between your legs, apologizing when presses a little hard on your overstimulated clit. Tossing the towel aside, Shangqi slides back into bed and pulls you close. You nuzzle your face into his neck, pressing soft kisses as he tucks you under his arm.

Your eyes start to feel heavy listening to the steady beat of Shangqi’s heart. Shangqi draws intricate patterns on your arm as you succumb to sleep, pressing one last kiss to your hair. He stares at your sleeping figure with a certain hope you’ll be here tomorrow, a dream too good to let go.

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You wake to the warm Paris sunlight kissing your skin; eyelids still leaden with sleep, limbs heavy. The slightly opened windows let in a faint breeze; the aroma of fresh baked bread from the bakery below fills your nostrils.

You’re dreading the thought of checking your phone, already knowing it’s filled with missed calls and texts from Yelena. For all you know, she and Nat have sent out a cavalry to find you, Shangqi’s face probably plastered with ‘most wanted’.

Your ears perk up to the sound of rustling paper and scratches of a pencil. Shangqi is perched on the foot of the bed, engrossed in whatever he’s sketching. The sketchbook is balanced on his knee, his pencil gliding gracefully across the paper.

You succumb further into the silk sheets, not ready to detangle yourself, making no move to cover your bare chest. You continue to watch Shangqi’s talented hand, his marks easy and imprecise. He’s beautiful in the daylight, wearing nothing but his gray sweats that sit deliciously low on his hips. There’s a serenity in him as you watch, eyes unable to tear away from the picture in front of you. A moment you wish you could wake up to everyday.

When Shangqi's gaze is flicking up to you, then down again, you grasp that he’s drawing you. You feel slightly embarrassed when you remember the sheets are only covering your sex, everything else on display.

Shangqi tears his concentration from his sketch when you start to pull the covers up. He sets down the book, frowning as he gently climbs onto the bed to halt your movements.

“You look beautiful under the sunlight. Don’t hide it, dove.” Shangqi leans in to kiss your lips, slowly trailing down your jaw to your neck. “I had to capture it on paper.”

“Can I see it?” you ask sweetly.

He props his hands to the side of your head, leaning in to kiss you again. “Not yet, dove. It needs to be perfect before I let you see it.” Shangqi kisses your bare shoulder, your pulse fluttering when his hips grind into you. You suppress the moan that tries to escape your lips; your body warming with the memory of last night.

Shangqi chuckles when he pulls himself from you, now back to the foot of the bed. He sends you a wink as he picks up the pencil and sketchbook, determined to illustrate your beauty. What sweet, beautiful creature you are.

He hopes the sight of you sprawled across his sheets isn't a fever dream, not some drunken illusion.

But in the strange occurrence that you are, Shangqi has you etched into his sketchbook. Brought to life through the curves of graphite and shading. Taking permanence in his book.

You playfully nudge Shangqi with your foot, giggling when he pulls you close.

“Are you drawing me like one of those french girls?” you tease.

“No, love. I’m drawing my girl.”

An artist is lucky if he is gifted with a passion. A passion to create a story. A passion to add color to the world around them. But when an artist finds his muse, it colors their world.

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[euphoniumpets]

Christmas Eve | Shangqi x reader

Summary: It's the morning of Christmas Eve and Shangchi thought it was a great idea to give your Christmas present early in bed.

A/N: For some reasons some of you celebrate christmas eve on the 25th but here it is, a christmas present to y'all before i take a break from tumblr!

Warnings: Smut (obvs), fingering, titties sucking, oral sex, creampie, cock warming, shangqi being hot, no minors please!

Shang-chi woke up with a small faint groan that left his lips as he fluttered his eyes open. He could see the bright light that blinded through the curtains and feel the warmth that your body radiated next to him.

His arm was over your waist, overprotective as his body hovered over you like a koala. His head was buried into your neck as he could smell the sweet scent from your body wash that you always use.

His eyes trailed over to the marks that he left from last night. He could remember it vividly since it was his decision to fuck you so that you couldn't walk in the next morning. Also, that he fucked you in your childhood bedroom since the two of you were visiting your parents over for the holiday.

He had to keep you quiet with his hand so that your moans wouldn't be disturbed. Your naked figure made his dick hard by just seeing you sleeping next to him.

He could hear your steady breathing as he trailed his fingers down on your waist before it was between your legs. He kept sending you to flutter kisses on your neck and to your shoulder before he traced his fingers through your wet folds.

He heard you suck a breath in and he let out a small groan when he could feel that you were wet for him already. You let out a small whine when he let in two fingers inside of your wet cunt. He began to thrust in and out faster as he kept sending you kisses on your neck. ''Shang-chi,'' You moaned like a small child. ''That's my good girl,'' He praised you as he began to suck on your neck.

He could feel your walls tighten as he continued to hit your g-spot. You let out a loud moan when he felt your body shake as you could feel the familiar knot release.

You breathed to calm your senses down before you turned around and saw Shang-chi in front of you with a grin on his face. You chuckled towards him. ''Good morning to you too, bub,'' You answered as he kissed you on the forehead before he crawled on top of you and began to kiss everywhere on your body.

He trailed down to your breasts as he began to cup them and then place his mouth on your nipples. You sucked in a breath as you placed your hands on his hair in pleasure. ''Daddy,'' You let out a whimper as you arched your back.

He kept sucking and biting them before he trailed his mouth between your legs as he spread them wider. He kissed your inner thighs before he was faced with your wet cunt in front of him. You let out a moan as you tried to keep quiet since you were in your childhood bedroom and you knew that the walls were slightly thinner than your shared apartment.

You gripped Shangqi's hair as you tugged his head closer while he kept sucking and flicking his tongue. ''You're close, aren't you? My good, good girl,'' He kept praising you while he kept sucking your clit as you came undone on his tongue.

Then, his mouth is on yours once more, kissing you hungrily with teeth and tongue before you felt the tip of his hard cock entering you. You both let out moans while he buried his head into your neck as he held both of your hands over your head. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as he kept thrusting in and out.

You are completely lost in ecstasy as he kept fucking you and his mouth is going back to your hard nipples. You can feel him grinning as he kept fucking you and sucking on your nipples. ''I'm going to come,'' You let out a moan as he grunted and began to thrust faster than he ever did before.

''Me too,'' He grunted as he could feel your walls tightening again around his hard cock before he could feel you come undone again. ''Such a good girl,'' He praised you as you let out a shaky breath when you felt him fill you up with his cum.

He fell on your chest as both of you lay still on the bed, still his cock buried inside of you. ''And Merry Christmas, babe,'' He commented as you chuckled when you felt him kiss on your mouth.

It was a good Christmas present after all.

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MASTERLIST

series

James Bucky Barnes x Reader

Late

warnings: angst

summary: The pretty man faked his death (sound a lot like Loki, right?), leaving his wife in pain and agony. He doesn't know, but he left something - or better, someone - with her. A son. Read to find out more!

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

part 7

two shots

Shang-Chi x Reader

Who Are You?

Who Are You? 2

warnings: just angst I think? f!Reader !!!possible spoilers!!!

summary: Shangqi enters in the universe of Ta Lo, and he doesn't know that you are there too.

one shot

Erik Killmonger Stevens x Reader

Distraction

warnings: smut, angst

summary: Erik used sex as a distraction.