The more I watch SCATLOTTR, the more I’m convinced these two are not platonic. Look at Shang Chi, he basically went: looks at Katy’s hand, her face, plays with her thumb, stares and smile at her again.
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.
