Jul 8
I need more Shiu Kong works WITHOUT TOJI. Give that man his own fic pls.
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I need more Shiu Kong works WITHOUT TOJI. Give that man his own fic pls.
𝙸𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎 | 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚
Description: In a world where selfish deeds and mindless greed intertwine, Reader finds herself questioning everything. What makes anyone truly better than the next? As the shadows of the past close in, a realization dawns and perhaps she and her ex-lover Toji, are not so different after all. Haunted by their history together the two are thrust make decisions can change the order of their lives and every decision could lead to their downfall. With reader unknowingly taken in by a thread.
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𝔄𝔠𝔱 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢: I wish I knew you
Yeah, it's been 13 hours since he talked to you on the phone. Shiu can't wait to get straight towards you town. He can feel something explode in his heart. He desires that he had hidden for so long, but neither you nor Toji affects his heart this deeply. The time he has come and protect you. He picks up speed swiftly moving through traffic.
“How long more do we have?” Toji snapped him out of his own thoughts.
“No more than 20 minutes and then extra time to get to her place” He kind of wants to get to first thing before getting a room.
The road trip was longer than what he wanted to be, with the sounds of Toji's obnoxious snoring and occasional twitching in his sleep. Shiu wondered what got him twitching around so badly.
As a passing thought, he was reminded why Toji never liked driving at least long trips like this but the thought of you crossed his mind heavily and how you still kept him close for so long even when you moved so far was he truly much closer to you then he thought. You had Toji blocked from any contact. Not Shiu. He could have contacted any other if he was being honest with himself. He is always reminded every time that Toji caused the drift between the two of you. He gave you space because he wanted to respect your boundaries even if that meant never speaking to him again.
Now his mind drifts further as he entered a flow state while driving. How you two had meant before Toji came into the picture.
Toji snatched you up within months of meeting you and Shiu knew for more than 3 years at that and it was all yesterday's memory but still sits on his heart like a sorrowful song and the cries just won't end.
There it was again...Something that could bring this man into a spiral.
The heavy breathing was slow now. each breath weighed down by a heaviness on his chest that hurt, yet somehow felt irresistibly addictive. 'God, I missed you,' he muttered, punching the steering wheel in frustration as thoughts of how long it had been since you both last talked flooded his mind.
Memories of how they became friends always flickered when he thought of you.
It was an early afternoon marked by rain, but the sky above betrayed that with clouds darker than smoke just the way Shiu liked it.
The gloomy weather offered a perfect excuse to unwind after a grueling mission with Toji. Though Toji wasn't much of a drinker, Shiu was and he desperately needed that escape.
Sipping smooth cognac in a quiet corner of the bar, sitting across from Toji, Shiu listened to him complain about the mess he had to clean up, bemoaning how the cleanup crew hadn't shown up on time.
His words drifted past Shiu's focus, which was fixated on you. Damn.
Watching you laugh and smile, so lively made him feel ancient in comparison. You were with co-workers or a friends having a blast.And think about it he realized you're probably so much different now.
He'd never seen you before and you weren't his usual type not someone he'd usually pursue, since his flings were mostly fleeting, superficial attractions. Your beauty was something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He had to talk to you.
That familiar tug in his chest and the anxious flutter in his stomach never went away. And still feels that way to this day.
"Hey, you listening? What the hell are you staring at?" Toji snapped, breaking Shiu's gaze.
"Ah, I see. Well, what do you want to do again?" Shiureplied, still fixated on you.
“Nevermind you seem to be focus on something. What is it?”
"Nothing. Just mind your own business and sit here," Shiu shot back with a glare. Toji pouted, munching on salty fries and a burger, dismissing the irritation.
As he approached you, it felt as if everyone else faded away into darkness. The world grew silent, his heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears, almost vibrating on his face. When you finally stopped and looked back, Shiu held his gaze until you reached out your hand to give a little wave.
"Um, hi," you said awkwardly.
'Come on, man. Wake up,' he thought, then snapped out of it.
"Oh—uh, hi," he said, scratching the back of his neck, eyes dropping.
His usual smooth confidence was gone as he prepared to walk away when you spoke again.
"I'm Y/N, and you?" you asked with a smile that made his heart melt.
"Sorry, I might've had a little too much to drink. I get all happy and start talking to everyone haha.” You laughed , he chuckled.
From that moment, you two struck up an easy conversation, sitting at the bar while your friends had long left, and Toji had fallen asleep at the booth, unbothered. But that didn't matter. Time flew by like it never existed before you knew it was officially dark and the storm had cleared.
"Shiu, please," you begged.
"No, I probably shouldn't have said that about myself," he joked, cheeks flushing pink as you moved closer. Then your alarmed ranged.
"Here, take my number! And call me, okay?" you teased with a sly squint and a playful threat, then stumbled on your way to the bar. He rushed to help you, then called you a cab.
Calling and texting to ensure you got home safe and gradually, you became part of his routine. A part of his life. And soon he wanted you to be his whole world.
After dropping off Toji, he'd head straight to you. Days turned into months, and though his feelings remained fiery, he sensed you saw him as just a friend…no kisses, no long touches. Still, he cared, and though he knew it was selfish, he was relieved you weren't interested in anyone else. He never pressed, until your birthday arrived.
He planned a surprise party. When the day came, your eyes shimmered with tears. "No one's ever done this for me before... Shiu, thank you," you whispered, pulling him into a tight hug. In that moment, he could have died happy, seeing you so radiant. Seeing you with all your friends. Happy.
But memories have a way of haunting him. It was the night you met Toji face to face…the night everything changed. Toji wasn't interested in meeting you, yet he knew how Shiu felt about you. He never meddled in his business and never cared to.
Something felt off, and he searched for you, asking around your friends.
They said you were upstairs, outside on the balcony. He brought two drinks,one for you, one for himself and in that moment he was planning to confess his feelings, regardless of how you felt.
He wanted to get it off his chest and mind. To tell you, you changed him and he will always keep you close to heart.
Shiu was never big on being this emotionally available or vulnerable. It was interesting watching him be this soft.
"Hey, Y/N, I brought... your... favorite—" The words died in his throat as he saw you kissing Toji.
More than that, you were making out intensely. Shocked, he watched as you giggled, innocence radiating from you. Toji was the only person besides him who understood what that moment truly meant. Shiu's nose flared as he inhaled and exhaled trying collect his thought after what he had just witnessed.
It took everything not to punch Toji for that stupid, sorry look on his face. He should have known better. Instead, he played it cool, apologized for the interruption, and left quietly. You called out to Shiu, but he ignored you, hurting more than he showed.
You searched for him amongst your friends, but he was gone.
He parked elsewhere to be alone and also unfortunately he had to wait for Toji to prepare for the next mission. Business as usual.
Gripping the steering wheel so tightly that he nearly lost control, he finally brought the car to a stop, hitting the wheel twice to wake Toji.
"You're right, man. You seem tense," Toji remarked.
He could have snapped then, but he didn't. He simply drove on, waiting for the green light. To make the turn to your apartment.
"I'm going upstairs to talk to her, and then come back down right after. Got it?" he ordered more sternly as he parked and stopped the engine
Toji nodded quietly, sensing the gravity of the moment. The tension was thick, knowing your life was at stake and that making peace was the only way forward. Somehow, Shiu always managed to clean up the mess that he made.
Shiu hurried up the stairs, frustration flickering in his eyes the elevator to your apartment was out of service. Despite his uneasy feeling about that, his priority was clear: he needed to talk to you. He appreciated your patience, not hanging up on him, and that meant a lot.
Most of your resentment was directed at Toji. Shiu still blamed himself for much of what had happened and he was used to piecing everything together and fixing it whenever you faltered. As his handler, that was his job. But now, everything felt different. He was torn between a girl he loved fiercely and a man he once called a friend, someone who took you away and shattered your heart. That changed everything between you and him, and now more than ever, forgiving Toji seemed nearly impossible.
He knocked three times, hearing you scuffling behind the door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" you called out.
When you finally cracked the door open, just a small gap, your eyes immediately met Shiu's. His heart fluttered at the sight of your face. You hesitated, the door inching open, but he remained patient, waiting.
"Can I come in?" he asked gently.
You hesitated briefly before replying, "Yeah, sure. Sorry, it's been a while since we last saw each other." He chuckled softly, feeling the same mixture of nerves and relief.
Looking around your half-empty apartment spacious and way more spacious than the last place you lived. Everything is well organized, and it smells pretty like the perfumes that you wear or combine harmoniously into the air creating a signature that says this is you. You had decorum around but maybe you were still furniture shopping.
"So what are you doing here and why did you feel like it was so urgent for you to talk to me?" he didn't make eye contact as you were talking. Your body is so stiff get rubbing your arm. Toji really number on you didn't he? You were so closed off far from your usual personality.
But he seems to do that to everyone he claims who cares and love.
"Well, firstly I just wanted to say that I missed you and I know that you're going through a lot but I just wanted to acknowledge that what happened with—"
"Look, just get to the point I don't even wanna mention him in anyway my stomach turns when I hear anything about him I can't even look through my gallery without seeing his face on my phone"
Pinching his lips then and forming a frown, he understood the feeling unfortunately he has to see this man every day.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry so I will just keep this short and sweet. I know seeing me bringing memories that you don't want and it hurts me to know that I do that as you know about me being a handler for him.—" Shiu breathes in and out taking deep breaths, as he doesn't know if you're even gonna believe this because he didn't believe this either
"You're in danger, grave danger" After hearing those words, you get up, tossing your hands above your head
"Great, just great another way for him to just ruin my life again as if he hasn't already fucked me up enough"
" I know I know trust me. He's doing a great job on me too. I have no other way to get around it though because I need his help when I say that you're in grave danger, I mean it. He got caught up in our last mission and I was dragged into it. there were decisions and deals being made and an admission that was failed. And then there was you.”
" wait wait wait you're not making any sense what mission and what do I have to do with this and what decision are you guys making on my behalf?" arms crossed as you will begin defensive not a good look for the situation as he did not want to pose any harm threats or any sort of uncomfortable feelings as he wanted you to hear exactly what you needed to hear for him to get their plan moving along smoothly, but he should've thought twice about that.
"Hold on let me just explain it from the beginning you just please give me time please" You fell on the couch, taking deep breaths and wiping your face with your sleeves, curling your eyes at the ceiling as if you were making a decision
"All right shoot…tell me everything"
Within the span of 30 minutes, it felt like an hour, so explain to you everything that happened on the mission. What the mission entailed, and how things went left he mentioned everything about the black magic. even to the point of showing you proof of his injuries.
At first, you weren't receptive to believing what was happening and what was going to happen? You shook your head, but you remember that cold night the blood stains on Toji’s shirt and the argument. You would have rather he was just sleeping with random women than what he was doing for work. That was why he came late. He had a secret that was even darker into a world that you did not belong in, and somehow you got sucked into it
Tears began to fall from your eyes and frustration. Instead, it all ended up being in his arms."What do you mean they're trying to kill me!!all I want is to live a normal life again so it's all taken away from me again because of TOJI!!"
You screamed hitting his chest
"Don't blame it all on him I had to come to a decision too otherwise I—"
" no no I refuse to believe that you made that decision by yourself. I know you to do it as he always does with everyone he's always doing something so fucking stupid and never thinking about anybody else but himself." Hearing you say this brought a strange sense of comfort. He's been feeling this way for years now, but here you say it and bring some joy, and also pain because only he knows the truth about Toji.
Still, there are no excuses and now look at you all of this could've been prevented or at least he would like to think. Maybe this was just fate bringing you and Shiu together once more in a tragic way.
Just as Shiu was going to say something his phone rang" It better not be that fucker he can wait" you said as you hugged Shiu tighter and again he could just die like this.
"No it... it's the guy."
"Oh.. Well, I won't hold you go ahead I'll be in my room." as trailed off in your room you felt a sense of comfort. With Shiu walking and talking in the living room it had you thinking about how things used to be before Toji came into the picture with all his charms and that fake persona. You rolled into a ball as the feeling of shame washed over you. How could you not see it before?..Shiu's feelings?
If only you had confirmation. You always wanted to ask.
" Hello, Mr. Kong I see you arrived in town. Welcome. I just wanted you to know you aren't stopping what has been promised to me. But do come to the Red Moon Festival for this next two weeks, it should help pass the time." A laugh was heard from him.
"Asshole—"
The call was cut before he could say anything. Swiftly placing the phone in his pocket and then turned his head to your room door pink and blue lighting from your sunset lamps cast over your room and he could see your shadowy figure against the wall striding toward your room twisting his heels he made a quick decision toward you.
A simple knock softly announcing his presence you looked up to see him
" Come in sit!"
" You know I can't stay here long I have to get a hotel and get some rest. Besides I got the big guy downstairs waiting for me”
"Okay, hurry and do that and come back to tonight. Let's talk like old times”
Shiu shook his head time was of the essence
" Dol, you know I have things to do and me being here isn't safe for you" looking up at Shiu with those eyes
" Please like old times" How could he resist you
"Like old times, huh?"
dadshiu dadshiu dadshiu..
dad!shiu has me drooling 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
cw: dead dove do not eat, dark content, incest, age gap (shiu is on his 50s and reader on her 20s)
ugh i know he would be the meanest and sweetest at the same time. he always has his phone videoing you as you suck him off so he can later show to all his friends. all of them ogling at the sight of you crying as your father has his dick deep in your throat, making you choke as he orders you to look up to the camera.
he knows he is a disgusting man, but there’s nothing he loves more than showing you off, whoring you around and call you his precious daughter as you’re bouncing up and down on his cock. he groans at the pretty sounds that leave your throat, getting so dumb on him as you beg him to let you cum. depending on his mood he would let you go ahead as you release yourself, but if you have been bad? no orgasms for you.
dad!shiu may be a mean perverted man, but there’s nothing you loved more than your cunt being abused by his fat cock :(
dirty little secret - masterlist
shiu kong x fem!reader
| series synopsis: late nights. heated gazes. fleeting touches. a secret agreement made in the heat of the moment. what could go wrong when you’re fucking your father’s favored c-suite executive, a man who’s 14 years older than you?
| series content: MDNI, normal au, work setting, angst (w and w/o comfort), power dynamic, controversial age gap (reader is 21, shiu is 35), eventual smut, sneaking around, explicit language, daddy issues, drama (workplace and personal), arguments, chapters will be tagged
the beginning
part 1
part 2
the motion
the ascent
the shift
the fall
the ruin
tag list is open - comment to be added <3
hiii:3 can I request something smutty with shiu kong?? I love the way you write and I really want to see him in your writing^^ ty!
Hi! I'm so glad to hear that, I'm so happy that you like my work, I hope you enjoy this one too<3
The first thing you notice, every time, is the quiet.
Shiu doesn't fill silence. He lets it settle, comfortable as smoke, draping itself over the furniture and the bedsheets and the spaces between your bodies.
The second thing you notice is the heat. He runs warm. Always has. Like there's a furnace stoked somewhere behind his ribs, radiating through skin and muscle and bone. Even now, with the window cracked open and the night air curling in, the bed is warm where his body touches yours.
The third thing is the cigarette.
He's propped against the headboard, one arm folded behind his head, the other hand holding a cigarette loosely between two fingers. The cherry glows orange in the dim light. The smoke curls toward the ceiling, slow and lazy, matching the rhythm of his breathing. He hasn't moved in ten minutes. Hasn't spoken in longer.
You're still catching your breath.
Your legs are still shaking.
Your body is a constellation of pleasant aches—the good kind, the kind that reminds you exactly where his hands were, where his mouth was, where he pressed you into the mattress and took you apart piece by piece. You can still feel the ghost of his fingers on your hips. The echo of his praises in your ear.
This silence is satisfaction. Bone-deep and honest.
You prop yourself up on one elbow. Your body protests faintly—muscles you haven't used in a while, places where he gripped a little too hard, a little too long. You don't mind. You'll feel him tomorrow, too. That's the point.
He's beautiful like this. Not in the way men in magazines are beautiful. Shiu is handsome in a tired, lived-in way. The kind of handsome that comes from years of sleepless nights and too much coffee. His hair is disheveled—your fault. His lips are slightly swollen—also your fault. There's a faint red mark on his collarbone that you don't remember leaving but definitely, absolutely left.
The cigarette burns low.
Your eyes trace the line of his body. The lean muscle of his chest. The scatter of dark hair that narrows down his stomach and disappears beneath the sheet draped loosely over his hips. The sharp ridge of his hip bone. The long, solid length of his thigh where it presses against yours under the blankets.
Your hand hovers. Hesitates. He notices.
"You're asking now?" He raises an eyebrow. Takes another drag. "Bit late for modesty."
"Can I?"
He looks at you. Those tired, knowing eyes trace your face. Whatever he finds there makes his expression shift.
"Knock yourself out."
You start with his stomach. Your fingertips are light. You trace the ridge of his hip bone first, following the sharp curve where his body narrows. His skin is warm—hot, almost. The furnace thing. You've teased him about it before, about how he's basically a space heater with a cigarette habit. He'd said something dry about it coming in handy during winter. You'd said it came in handy all year round.
He watches you through the veil of smoke with those half-lidded eyes.
"Ticklish here?" you ask. Your fingers skate lower, tracing the V-line that disappears beneath the sheet.
"No."
"Here?" Higher now. The ladder of his ribs. The thin skin stretched over bone.
"No."
"Anywhere?"
He takes another drag. Holds it. Releases it slow. "Haven't found it yet."
Your fingers drift up. Over his chest. Through the dark hair, soft and slightly damp from sweat. You trace the line of his sternum, the place where his heartbeat thrums steady and unhurried beneath your palm.
He's so calm. It's infuriating sometimes. Not in a bad way. In the way that makes you want to crack him open just to see what's inside.
"Do you ever get tired of being unflappable?"
"Comes in handy in my line of work." Dry and a little rough.
"Does it come in handy with me?"
He doesn't answer. Just looks at you. The corner of his mouth twitches—not quite a smile, but close.
Your hand reaches his throat.
He stills. Just slightly. Not tension—more like attention. The cigarette pauses halfway to his lips. His eyes sharpen, tracking your movement with the same careful focus he'd give a loaded weapon.
You trace his Adam's apple. The prominent curve of it. Up and down. Feather-light. You watch it bob when he swallows.
"This bother you?"
"No."
You do it again. Slower. Your thumb pressing just barely, just enough to feel the shape of him. The movement of his throat. The way his breath passes through. He lets you. Doesn't stop you. Doesn't pull away.
"You're strange," he says.
"You like it."
He doesn't deny it.
Your hand drifts up. Over his jaw. The rasp of his stubble.
You trace the line of his jawbone. The hollow beneath his ear. The sharp angle where it meets his neck.
"You're mapping me," he says.
"Maybe." Your thumb brushes his bottom lip. Dry and slightly parted. "You have a very traceable body."
"Traceable." He repeats the word like he's tasting it. "That a compliment?"
"Everything I say to you is a compliment."
He huffs. Not quite a laugh, but close enough that you feel victorious.
He takes a final drag—long, slow—then leans over to stub the cigarette out in the ashtray on the nightstand. You watch the muscles in his arm shift. The way his shoulder blades move under his skin.
When he settles back, his hand catches yours. Presses it flat against his chest. Over his heart.
"There. Trace that."
His heartbeat is steady. Thud-thud. Thud-thud.
"It's slow," you say.
"You were just riding me for forty minutes. It's recovering."
Your face heats. He notices. His lips twitch again—that not-quite-smile that you've come to recognize as deeply, genuinely amused.
"Don't get shy now," he adds.
"Okay." You press your palm harder against his chest, half to shut him up, half to feel the vibration of his voice. "I get it."
"Mm."
Your hand moves without thinking. Down his chest. Over his stomach. Tracing the faint trail of hair below his navel. Your fingers brush the edge of the sheet, and his stomach muscles tighten involuntarily.
You stop.
A slow grin spreads across your face. "Found it."
"Found what?"
"The ticklish spot."
"I'm not ticklish." His voice is flat. Almost convincing. "That was a reflex."
"Sure."
"Keep pushing." His eyes narrow. "Find out what happens."
"Maybe that's what I want."
The air shifts.
He's still reclined, still relaxed, but there's something sharper in his gaze now. Interested.
"That right?"
You trace your fingers back up. Over his stomach. His chest. His throat. His Adam's apple again—you can't help it, you're obsessed, the way it moves when he swallows, the way it feels under your fingertips. You watch his throat work, watch him breathe, watch the way his lips part slightly when you press just a little.
"I like you like this," you admit. Your voice is quieter now. Softer. "Quiet. And warm."
He doesn't answer. But his hand slides around to the back of your neck. Pulls you closer. Not rough—Shiu is rarely rough without permission—but inevitable. The kind of touch that doesn't ask because it already knows the answer.
"You're getting sentimental." His voice is a low rumble, vibrating under your palm.
"You're getting hard again."
He doesn't look down. Doesn't need to. You can feel him stirring under the sheet, the evidence pressing against your thigh. Your body responds instinctively—a clench, a pulse, a fresh wave of heat despite how thoroughly he wrecked you less than an hour ago.
"Told you," he says. "Keep pushing."
You press a kiss to his Adam's apple. Feel it bob against your lips. "What if I want to be pushed back?"
His hand tightens on the back of your neck.
"Then stop talking."
He pulls you on top of him. The sheet falls away. You're straddling his hips, and he's hard beneath you, and the look in his eyes is no longer tired. His hands settle on your hips. His thumbs tracing circles.
"Still sore?"
"A little."
"Then we'll go slow."
Shiu doesn't do slow often. He's efficient, even in this. Even in pleasure. But tonight, there's something different. Maybe it's the hour. Maybe it's the cigarette lingering in the air. Maybe it's the way you traced his body like a map, and he let you, and now he wants to return the favor.
His hands slide up your sides. Over your ribs. Your chest. His thumbs brush your nipples—still sensitive, still oversensitive—and you gasp, and he files that away.
"Your turn," he murmurs.
"For what?"
"Mapping."
He's thorough. Methodical. His hands trace every inch of you they can reach—your shoulders, your spine, the dip of your waist, the curve of your ass. He doesn't rush. He learns you like it's the first time.
By the time he guides you onto himself, you're trembling. Not from soreness, but from want.
"Slow," he reminds you. His voice is strained now. The calm cracking at the edges. "Go slow."
You do. You sink onto him inch by inch, feeling every ridge, every vein, the way he stretches you open. His head falls back against the headboard. His jaw tightens. His hands grip your hips, but he doesn't guide you. Doesn't rush you. Just lets you take what you need at your own pace.
"That's it." Rough. Low. "Just like that."
You ride him slowly. Lazily. The way you might move through water. There's no urgency this time. No frantic chasing. Just the roll of your hips and the steady rhythm of his breathing and the way his hands roam your body like he's still mapping, still learning, still tracing.
When you come, it's a long, rolling sensation that leaves you limp and shuddering against his chest.
He follows a moment later. Groans your name against your hair. His hands tighten on your hips one final time, and then release.
Afterwards, he doesn't let go.
That's the thing about Shiu. He doesn't cuddle. He doesn't whisper sweet nothings. He's not the type to hold you all night. But he doesn't let go, either. His arm stays around your waist. His hand stays on your spine. His heartbeat stays under your ear.
"Still slow?" he asks.
"Shut up."
He laughs. Quiet. Low. The vibration rumbles through his chest and into your body. You feel it in your teeth.
His hand drifts up. Traces your spine. You fall asleep like that. His heartbeat under your ear. His fingers on your back. The smell of smoke and sex and him.
Shiu Kong x reader headcanons
TW: suggestive, 18+
Shiu Kong who keeps his work and social life separate, making sure you never interact with his business partners, especially not with Toji and his wandering eyes.
Shiu Kong who often comes home late, smelling like gunpowder and cigarettes. Even if you’re half asleep or totally out, he makes sure to greet you, kiss your forehead, then showers before climbing into bed with you.
Shiu Kong who gets hard just seeing you in the kitchen, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers as shorts.
Shiu Kong who will take you quickly anywhere before work: the bathroom counter, bent over the arm rest of the couch, anywhere he can get you. He’s got you cumming in ten minutes or less.
Shiu Kong who brings home little gifts or ingredients for dinner if he comes home early, enjoying your cooking.
Shiu Kong who smothers you with kisses when you wake up, catching your cheeks, lips, forehead, anywhere he can reach. It always makes his day better to see you smile first thing in the morning.
Shiu Kong who secures a week of PTO and takes you on a lavish vacation, anywhere you’d like with the best suites.
Shiu Kong who takes his time plunging into you on the beach, cock splitting you open as waves crash next to you.
Shiu Kong who also takes his time loving you, kissing you reverently as his hands travel up and down your sides lovingly as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.
Shiu Kong whose love language is thoughtful gifts, but he prefers giving to receiving. He gets you a food you mentioned liking, orders your favorite flowers every week with a handwritten card telling you how much he loves you.
Shiu Kong who smoked religiously but quits when you’re worried for his health.
Based on @kitichiii ‘s request! I hope you like it!
dirty little secret - shiu kong
the beginning - part one
synopsis: starting work at your father's company brings you a lot of things you expected, things you were familiar with. the thing you did not expect nor were you familiar with was the man who you were undeniable attracted to the moment you laid eyes on him, Shiu Kong
content: allusion to future dynamic (controversial age-gap, power dynamic, smut), basic introduction, pining, fluff, new job stuff, very minor angst if you squint
wc: almost 3.5k
a/n: don't know how many parts this will be, but when i started planning this out it was clear it would become a series, oopsie <333
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🇦🇨🇨🇴🇺🇳🇹 🇦🇨🇨🇪🇸🇸(pt3)
You stared.
He stared back.
Completely unbothered.
You hated how much you enjoyed talking to him.
That felt dangerous.
“So.”
You folded your arms.
“Your money.”
His eyes immediately closed.
Like he was already exhausted by the conversation.
That should not have been attractive.
And yet.
“No.”
Your jaw dropped.
“No?”
“No.”
You laughed once.
In disbelief.
“What do you mean no?”
“I mean no.”
“Shiu.”
“There it is.”
You frowned.
“What?”
“My name.”
Heat immediately crawled up your neck.
You ignored it.
Successfully.
Mostly.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
He rested one arm along the table.
Relaxed.
Comfortable.
Like this conversation wasn’t ridiculous.
“I gave it to you.”
“It’s seven hundred dollars.”
“Mhm.”
“That’s insane.”
“Mhm.”
“Normal people don’t do that.”
A brow lifted.
“I’m not normal people.”
You hated that answer because unfortunately it was funny.
The laugh slipped out before you could stop it.
Shiu noticed immediately.
Of course he did.
His eyes softened slightly.
Just slightly.
Then he asked:
“Would you rather I left twenty?”
You blinked.
“What?”
“Twenty dollars.”
“No.”
“Fifty?”
“No.”
“A hundred?”
You frowned.
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what’s the point?”
Your mouth opened.
Closed.
Opened again.
Because annoyingly enough, you weren’t entirely sure.
You looked down at your hands.
At the white tablecloth.
At anything except him.
“It felt like too much.”
The words came out quieter than you’d intended.
When you finally looked up again, Shiu was watching you carefully.
The amusement was gone now.
Replaced by something else.
Something more observant.
“You know what I think?”
You immediately regretted asking.
“What?”
“I think you’re exhausted.”
Your stomach tightened.
Damn him.
Because that wasn’t what you expected.
Not even a little.
“You don’t know me.”
“No.”
His voice stayed calm.
Steady.
“But I know what tired looks like.”
The words settled somewhere deep in your chest.
Too easily.
Too comfortably.
And that scared you a little.
Because nobody had asked how you were doing.
Not really.
People asked about school.
Work.
Deadlines.
Bills.
Nobody looked at you and immediately saw the exhaustion.
Shiu did.
And somehow that felt far more dangerous than seven hundred dollars ever could.
The check arrived.
And somehow, against all odds, they were still arguing.
“You’re not taking it.”
Shiu glanced at the envelope sitting between them.
Then at her.
Then back at the envelope.
“No.”
She stared.
“That’s your response?”
“It was a complete sentence.”
“Oh my God.”
A waiter appeared with their food before she could continue, placing the plates down carefully.
The second he walked away, she pushed the envelope closer.
“Take it.”
“No.”
“Shiu.”
“No.”
“You are unbelievable.”
“So I’ve been told.”
She dropped her head into her hands.
Across from her, he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
The worst part?
He wasn’t even trying.
Just sitting there in a dark suit with his sleeves rolled once at the wrist, looking expensive and irritating and calm.
Always calm.
She hated calm people.
“Do you do this with everybody?”
“Do what?”
“Whatever this is.”
His mouth twitched.
“Be specific, doll.”
“There you go again.”
“What?”
“Calling me that.”
“Doll?”
“Yes.”
“You answer to it.”
Her mouth fell open.
For a full three seconds.
Then:
“You know what? I don’t like you.”
“Mhm.”
“You don’t.”
“Mhm.”
“You keep saying mhm like you’re agreeing with me.”
“I am agreeing with you.”
“THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT BETTER.”
A laugh escaped him.
Small.
Brief.
But there.
And she immediately pointed.
“That.”
“What?”
“That little laugh.”
His eyebrow lifted.
“What’s wrong with my laugh?”
“You think this is funny.”
“It is funny.”
“I’m trying to return seven hundred dollars.”
“And failing.”
She groaned.
Loudly.
Ignoring the way the couple at the next table looked over.
“Do you always act like this?”
“Like what?”
“Annoying.”
“Only around you.”
That should not have made her stomach do whatever weird thing it just did.
Absolutely not.
She immediately took a bite of food.
Mostly so she wouldn’t have to respond.
Unfortunately the food was incredible.
Which made everything worse.
Shiu watched her take another bite.
Then another.
“Good?”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re waiting for me to admit you’re right.”
“I’m not waiting.”
“Why?”
“Because I already know I am.”
She almost threw her fork at him.
Instead she shoved more food into her mouth.
Which only made him smirk.
“Difficult.”
“You keep saying that.”
“You keep proving it.”
“I’m a delight.”
“Sure.”
“People love me.”
“Do they?”
She gasped.
Offended.
Actually offended.
“I have friends.”
“Congratulations.”
“You are such an asshole.”
“Mhm.”
“See?”
For the first time all night, Shiu laughed properly.
Not loud.
But enough that she saw it.
Enough that the corner of his eyes creased slightly.
And suddenly—
Unexpectedly—
He looked younger.
Not by much.
Just enough.
Enough to make her forget what she was saying.
For a second.
A very unfortunate second.
Because he caught it immediately.
“Something wrong?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
“Eat your food.”
“Mhm.”
“Stop doing that.”
“Mhm.”
“Shiu.”
“Mhm.”
She dropped her fork.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
The certainty in his voice annoyed her.
Mostly because she wasn’t entirely sure he was wrong.
Which was a problem.
A very large problem.
The conversation drifted after that.
Not awkwardly.
Just naturally.
One topic becoming another.
Then another.
And before she realized what was happening, she was talking.
A lot.
About law school.
About professors she hated.
About classmates she hated.
About legal writing.
About finals.
About the bakery.
About customers who ordered twelve custom cakes with twenty-four hours notice.
About everything.
Shiu mostly listened.
Occasionally asking a question.
Occasionally making some smartass comment.
But mostly listening.
Really listening.
Which felt strange.
Most people waited for their turn to talk.
Shiu didn’t.
He just watched her.
Like he genuinely wanted to know the answer.
And eventually she noticed.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re studying me.”
“Maybe I am.”
“Well stop.”
“No.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Creep.”
“Difficult.”
“Asshole.”
“Law student.”
She pointed.
“See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”
His mouth twitched.
“How many hours do you sleep?”
The question came out of nowhere.
She blinked.
“What?”
“How many hours?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“A simple one.”
She thought about it.
“Four.”
Shiu stared.
“Four?”
“Five if God loves me.”
“That’s terrible.”
“Thank you.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
She laughed.
“Trust me, I know.”
“That’s not healthy.”
“Neither is stress.”
“You seem committed to both.”
“You seem judgmental.”
“Only observant.”
“Same thing.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
She pointed her fork at him.
“You’re exhausting.”
“Yet you’re still here.”
Unfortunately.
That was true.
And she hated that too.
Because somewhere between arguing and dinner and him refusing to take his money back—
She’d stopped looking for an excuse to leave.
Which felt suspicious.
“Do you always work two jobs?”
“There it is.”
“There what is?”
“The concern.”
Shiu leaned back in his chair.
“What concern?”
“That.”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“You deflect a lot.”
“You ask weird questions.”
“Answer it.”
She sighed dramatically.
“Currently? Yes.”
“Currently?”
“Law school isn’t cheap.”
“No.”
“Neither is rent.”
“No.”
“Neither is life.”
“No.”
“Wow, look at us agreeing.”
His eyes rolled.
Finally.
Finally.
And she immediately brightened.
“You do have emotions.”
“Careful.”
“You rolled your eyes.”
“You earned it.”
“See?”
“See what?”
“You’re having fun.”
Shiu looked genuinely offended.
“Don’t accuse me of that.”
She laughed so hard she almost snorted.
And somehow—
Somewhere—
The night softened.
The awkwardness disappeared.
The nerves disappeared.
And suddenly she wasn’t sitting across from the stranger who left seven hundred dollars and a phone number.
She was sitting across from Shiu.
Just Shiu.
Which was somehow more dangerous.
Because now she liked talking to him.
A lot.
And that realization hit right as she asked:
“Can I ask you something?”
“You’ve been doing that all night.”
“You know what I mean.”
His expression shifted slightly.
“Go ahead.”
She stared at him.
Really stared.
Then:
“Why’d you give me the money?”
For the first time all evening—
No joke.
No smirk.
No smart answer.
Nothing.
Just silence.
A beat.
Then another.
“You really wanna know?”
“Yes.”
He looked down briefly.
Then back at her.
And when he answered, his voice was quieter.
“Because you looked tired.”
Her brows pulled together.
“What?”
“You looked tired.”
“Lots of people look tired.”
“Mhm.”
“Lots of people need money.”
“Mhm.”
“That’s not an answer.”
Shiu studied her for a second.
Then sighed.
Like he couldn’t believe he was about to say this.
“You looked like nobody had been nice to you in a while.”
Silence.
Immediate silence.
She stared.
Because that wasn’t—
That wasn’t what she expected.
Not at all.
And somehow it landed directly in her chest.
Painfully.
“You don’t know me.”
“No.”
“You saw me for five minutes.”
“Long enough.”
She looked away first.
Which annoyed her.
Because she never looked away first.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Probably.”
“That’s a weird thing to say.”
“Probably.”
“You keep saying probably.”
“Because you’re arguing with me.”
“I am not.”
“You are.”
She opened her mouth.
Closed it.
Then opened it again.
“You’re irritating.”
“There she is.”
“Shut up.”
His smile appeared again.
Small.
But real.
And unfortunately—
She smiled back.
Dinner ended almost an hour later.
Neither of them acknowledged how long they’d stayed.
Or how neither had tried to leave.
Instead they resumed arguing immediately.
Like responsible adults.
“You’re taking the money.”
“No.”
“You are.”
“No.”
“You are.”
“Shiu.”
“Doll.”
“Stop that.”
“No.”
Outside, the city air felt cooler than before.
Cars passed.
People laughed somewhere down the block.
The restaurant glowed warmly behind them.
And somehow she found herself standing beside him smiling.
Actually smiling.
Which felt dangerous.
“You’re impossible.”
“You’re difficult.”
“You keep saying that.”
“You keep proving it.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Creep.”
“I bought you dinner.”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
“You ate it.”
“Unfortunately.”
His laugh followed her all the way to her car.
“Get home safe, doll.”
Then he closed her car door.
Turned.
And walked away.
Just like that.
No dramatic goodbye.
No lingering moment.
Nothing.
By the time she got home, he was still annoying.
By the time she kicked off her heels, he was still annoying.
By the time she changed clothes—
Still annoying.
Then she reached into her coat pocket.
And froze.
Two crisp hundred-dollar bills.
Folded neatly.
Tucked inside like they’d always belonged there.
For three full seconds she just stared.
Then—
“Oh my GOD.”
The apartment echoed with it.
Because of course he did.
The phone rang twice.
Then:
“Doll.”
Her eye twitched.
“You put money in my pocket.”
“No hello?”
“You put money in my pocket.”
“I did.”
“ARE YOU INSANE?”
A pause.
Then:
“A little.”
She nearly choked.
“You cannot keep doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“Giving me money!”
“You say that like I’m setting cars on fire.”
“Shiu!”
“Doll.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
She started pacing immediately.
One hand in her curls.
The other gripping her phone.
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I know you work too much.”
She scoffed.
“I know you’re exhausted.”
“Everybody’s exhausted.”
“I know your manager’s a piece of shit.”
Her jaw tightened.
“I know you barely sleep.”
“Okay, creepy.”
“I know you’re carrying more than you should.”
The apartment suddenly felt quieter.
She hated that.
Hated when he said things like that.
Because then she couldn’t just dismiss him.
“You don’t know my life.”
“No.”
His voice stayed calm.
Steady.
Always steady.
“But I know what tired looks like.”
She dropped onto the couch dramatically.
“This is ridiculous.”
“Mhm.”
“You keep saying that.”
“You keep proving it.”
“Oh my God.”
A low laugh came through the speaker.
And somehow that annoyed her more.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because you’re calling me at midnight to yell about two hundred dollars.”
“You should be yelled at.”
“I’ll make a note of that.”
She groaned loudly.
Actually groaned.
The kind that came from your soul.
“You are impossible.”
“So I’ve heard.”
Silence stretched briefly.
Then:
“Let me help you.”
The words landed heavier than she expected.
Her stomach tightened immediately.
“No.”
“Doll.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t need help.”
“You do.”
She sat up straighter.
Offended.
Immediately offended.
“I am a grown-ass woman.”
“You are twenty-three.”
Her mouth fell open.
The AUDACITY.
“I KNOW YOU DID NOT JUST—”
“You are.”
“I PAY MY OWN BILLS.”
“Barely.”
“OH MY GOD.”
“You do.”
“I hate talking to you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do.”
“No.”
“I absolutely do.”
A pause.
Then:
“You called me.”
She almost threw the phone.
Actually almost.
“That is not the point.”
“It’s a little bit the point.”
She buried her face in a pillow.
Muffled screaming.
Because why was he like this?
Why?
When she finally resurfaced, he was still waiting.
Still patient.
Still there.
Like he knew she’d come back.
Which was irritating in ways she couldn’t properly explain.
“You don’t have to do everything by yourself.”
His voice was quieter now.
Less teasing.
Less joking.
And somehow that was worse.
She stared at the ceiling.
At the crack near the corner she’d been meaning to ignore.
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough.”
There it was again.
That answer.
That stupid answer.
And she hated how much she wanted to believe it.
The silence stretched.
Neither of them hanging up.
Neither of them speaking.
Until finally—
“Doll.”
“What?”
“Go to sleep.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You sound old.”
“I am old.”
“You’re like thirty-five.”
“Exactly.”
She laughed despite herself.
A real laugh.
Soft.
Accidental.
The kind that slipped out before she could stop it.
And on the other end of the phone—
Shiu smiled.
She could hear it.
Which somehow felt dangerous.
“Goodnight, trouble.”
“Goodnight, creep.”
Then she hung up first.
Immediately.
Before he could say anything else.
Before she could change her mind.
Before she started looking forward to hearing his voice again.
,,,,,,,
The call ended.
And for a few seconds, Shiu just stared at his phone.
Silent.
Motionless.
Then—
A laugh.
Small.
Brief.
The kind that escaped before he could stop it.
Across the room, someone groaned.
“Jesus Christ.”
Shiu glanced up.
The conference room was mostly empty now.
Only one person remained.
Kento Nanami sat at the far end of the table with a stack of paperwork in front of him.
Looking exhausted.
And deeply disappointed.
“Please tell me that wasn’t who I think it was.”
Please tell me that wasn’t who I think it was.”
Shiu slipped his phone into his pocket.
“No idea what you’re talking about.”
Nanami stared.
“You smiled.”
“That isn’t illegal.”
“It should be.”
Shiu snorted.
Nanami leaned back in his chair.
The fluorescent lights above them hummed softly.
Outside the glass walls, most of the office floor had gone dark hours ago.
Everyone sensible had gone home.
Unfortunately neither of them were sensible.
“She’s twenty-three.”
Shiu closed his eyes.
“Don’t start.”
“You put money in her pocket.”
“Technically.”
“Technically?”
“She found it, didn’t she?”
Nanami rubbed his forehead.
Slowly.
Like he was developing a migraine in real time.
“You’re courting a lawsuit.”
“Relax.”
“I refuse.”
“You always refuse.”
“Because you’re always doing something stupid.”
Shiu considered that.
Then nodded once.
“Fair.”
Nanami looked offended by the agreement.
For a moment silence settled again.
Then:
“She sounds nice.”
Shiu’s gaze lifted.
A beat passed.
“Yeah.”
The answer came too quickly.
Nanami noticed immediately.
Unfortunately.
“Ah.”
“Don’t.”
“Interesting.”
“Nanami.”
“Interesting.”
Shiu grabbed a pen.
Threw it at him.
Nanami caught it without looking.
“Very interesting.”
“You’re fifty years old.”
“I’m thirty.”
“Same thing.”
“That’s not how numbers work.”
“Close enough.”
Nanami sighed.
Then gathered his paperwork.
“I’m leaving.”
“Good.”
“You should leave too.”
“Mhm.”
“You won’t.”
“No.”
“You have another meeting in seven hours.”
“I know.”
Nanami pointed.
“Sleep.”
“No.”
“See?”
“See what?”
“You’re both impossible.”
That earned another laugh.
A real one.
Which made Nanami look even more disturbed.
“Goodnight, Kong.”
“Night.”
A moment later the door shut behind him.
Leaving Shiu alone.
The office fell quiet.
City lights glowed beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Traffic moved below like streams of gold.
He loosened his tie.
Looked out at the skyline.
And thought about her.
Again.
The yellow dress.
AYYY ALL CHAPTERS OUT