Kinktober Day 7:
Time of Your Life
Pairing: Shangqi/Shang-Chi x F!Reader
Summary: Shang-Chi shows you who you belong to.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI). Biting/hickeys. Marking. Allusion to oral/sex. Y’all know the drill. Shangqi, the man you are. Reader runs into their ex trope. Jealousy. Making out. Language (probably). Fluff (possibly). This is my first Shangqi story…please be gentle!
Author’s Note: This is the seventh part on my kinktober list. Enjoy! This was originally going to be a Joaquin Torres story, but I changed it at the last minute. I’m sorry for the mix up. I don’t own the MCU or Marvel Comics in any capacity. The franchise and its characters belong to their rightful owners. Similarly, I don’t own any of the gifs or pictures I use for my fics. All I own are the fic ideas.
Word Count: 1,687
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The ride back home was silent. Stifling. The kind of quiet that fills every inch of space, heavy and unspoken. You and Shangqi had gone out for dinner—not exactly a date, but definitely a night meant for just the two of you.
And then he showed up—your ex.
The two of you had ended things on good terms. Priorities shifted, feelings faded, and you both knew there was no point in beating a dead horse. It hadn’t been messy, just…done. Now, it’s not like you and your ex were friends, but you were friendly. Cordial. Polite, for the sake of each other’s feelings.
You’d exchanged the usual “Hey, how have you been?” and introduced Shangqi as your boyfriend. He’d shaken your ex’s hand—firm, polite—but you didn’t miss the tension in his smile or the slight flex of his jaw. The polite grip that lasted a moment too long.
Shangqi had officially been your boyfriend for a little over two and a half years. He was the kind of man you saw yourself settling down with—the kind who made you feel safe, loved, and heard in all the ways that mattered.
Your ex, though, was your high school sweetheart. Your first everything. And maybe, deep down, that’s why it hadn’t worked out. What once felt exciting had turned into routine. Familiarity became monotony. Nothing about Shangqi ever felt that way—and you thought he knew that. You assumed he did.
But now, seeing the way his fingers tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles white and jaw set, you couldn’t help but wonder.
“Baby?” you asked softly, breaking the silence.
“I’m not mad,” he said quickly, glancing at you before looking back at the road. “Not at you. I’m just—”
“Jealous,” you finished for him.
Shangqi exhaled sharply through his nose, a reluctant huff. “I shouldn’t be,” he admitted, voice low and rough around the edges. “But I just…he was your first in every sense of the word. You two were—” He stopped himself, shaking his head, the muscle in his jaw twitching.
You reached over and placed your hand gently on his. His grip loosened instantly, as if your touch pulled the tension right out of him. His palm turned, pressing against yours, and his fingers laced with yours without hesitation.
“There’s a reason I’m not with him anymore,” you murmured, lifting his hand to your lips. You pressed a kiss to his knuckles, slow and deliberate. “And there’s a reason I’m with you.”
“I know—” he began, but you cut him off with a soft squeeze of his hand.
“I can picture a future with you that I couldn’t with him,” you said quietly, the words falling easily from your lips. “I feel more like myself with you than I ever did with him. You’re everything I ever wanted.”
For a moment, Shangqi just looked at you, eyes softening as the tension in his shoulders finally eased. He brought your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it gently, his thumb brushing over your skin.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed.
“It’s fine,” you whispered.
“I feel like an idiot.”
A small smile tugged at your mouth. “I think it’s hot,” you said, your tone light but teasing. “You getting jealous? I think it should happen more often.”
He laughed, a deep, warm sound that melted the last of the awkwardness between you. “Wait ’till we get home,” he smirked, his voice low, laced with promise. “I’ll show you what jealousy looks like.”
You shifted in your seat, warmth blooming low in your stomach. “Can’t wait,” you murmured.
When Shangqi pulled into the driveway, he didn’t move to turn off the engine right away. Instead, he glanced at you—really looked at you. The streetlights cast faint gold shadows across his face, catching the sharp line of his jaw and the flicker in his eyes. That glint—hungry, possessive, and all too familiar—sent a flush creeping up your neck.
You swallowed, pulse quickening under his gaze. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The air inside the car felt heavy again, but not with tension this time—with something far warmer, more dangerous.
Unbuckling your seatbelt, you tilted your head and gave him a teasing smile. “I’ll see you inside,” you murmured, voice soft but edged with promise.
You opened the car door, the cool night air rushing in as you stepped out. You could still feel his eyes on you, following every movement as you crossed the short path to the front door. The quiet click of your heels on the pavement only heightened the electricity that hummed between you.
Inside, the house was dimly lit and still. You moved through it on instinct, heart thudding as you made your way to the bedroom you shared. The air there felt different—charged, expectant. Excitement fluttered through you, lighting every nerve, making your breaths come a little quicker.
You heard Shangqi’s footsteps downstairs—slow, deliberate. The sound of someone who knew exactly what kind of anticipation he was building.
You smiled to yourself as you reached for your jacket, shrugging it off your shoulders and tossing it to the end of the bed. Then your fingers found the hem of your shirt, moving slowly, teasingly. You took your time with each piece of clothing, peeling them away one by one, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound in the room.
By the time you heard Shangqi’s footsteps at the top of the stairs, your pulse was racing, and the warmth blooming in your chest had settled low in your belly—steady, insistent, waiting.
You were just sliding the zipper of your skirt down when you heard the door click open behind you. Shangqi’s footsteps were unhurried, steady—each one making your pulse thrum harder. You didn’t turn right away. You wanted him to look, to take in the sight of you waiting there for him.
When you finally faced him, his expression said everything. The same hunger you’d seen in the car still burned in his eyes, but there was something else threaded through it too—something soft and deeply familiar. Love, steadier than the fire that flickered beneath it.
He crossed the room in a few slow strides, stopping close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. For a heartbeat, neither of you spoke. Then Shangqi reached up, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear.
“Still think it’s hot when I’m jealous?” he murmured.
You smiled faintly, tilting your chin up toward him. “Maybe a little.”
Shangqi’s hand slipped to the back of your neck, his thumb stroking over your pulse. The first kiss was slow—testing, tasting. The kind that lingered and built warmth in its wake. You sighed against his mouth, and he deepened it, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.
The world seemed to shrink to just the two of you—the soft drag of breath, the faint hum of the bedside lamp, the quiet beat of your hearts pressed together. His kisses grew more insistent, threading heat through tenderness, until you could feel the edge of his jealousy bleeding into something else—possession, want, devotion.
When his lips trailed down to your throat, you felt him smile faintly against your skin. His breath was warm, his words a whisper against the pulse at your neck. “Mine,” he breathed, barely audible, before his mouth found that spot just below your jaw.
You gasped softly, your fingers curling into his shirt as his lips lingered there, teasing the sensitive skin. You could already tell there’d be a mark in the morning—something small, hidden, but deliberate. A quiet claim, tender and fierce all at once.
His hands moved to your waist, his touch both grounding and electric. Each kiss grew slower, deeper, less about jealousy now and more about reassurance—about the kind of love that burns steady long after the spark.
By the time the night melted around you, the air was thick with the scent of his cologne and your warmth. His breath brushed your ear as he whispered your name like a vow, and the rest of the world disappeared—until all that was left was the quiet rhythm of your hearts and the lingering trace of his lips against your skin.
Shangqi’s lips moved along your jaw, slow and deliberate, tracing a path that made your breath catch. You tilted your head, granting him silent permission as he drew you closer. His kisses deepened, and though you felt the scrape of teeth and the warmth of his breath against your neck, what lingered most was the tenderness beneath it—the quiet reverence threaded through every touch.
His hands explored with care, memorizing rather than claiming, grounding you in the steady rhythm of his breath against your skin. Each kiss carried a message he didn’t have to speak: You’re mine, but not because I own you—because I choose you, again and again.
When he finally lifted his gaze to meet yours, the air between you had thickened, humming with heat and affection all at once. Without words, he guided you to bed, hand unclasping your bra and his lips and tongue claimed your breasts. Shangqi’s lips dragged along the soft slope of your breasts, tongue dragging against the skin, lips suckling against your pebbled nipples and teeth gently nipping.
“Oh, baby,” he murmured, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your stomach. “You’re so beautiful.”
You arched into Shangqi, a soft whine escaping you. “I love you,” you moaned.
When he reached your clothed mound, Shangqi peered up at you with dark eyes. You nodded. His fingers hooked into your panties and tugged them down, your wet heat exposed fully to him. With a deep groan, Shangqi kissed along the inside of your thighs, suckling dark bruises onto the sensitive skin.
Another whine escaped you. “Stop teasing…”
“Don’t worry,” Shangqi nipped at your skin again, his eyes taking in all the marks he left along your body, “I’ll take good care of you.”
When his mouth finally covered your dripping mound, you couldn’t stop the cry that escaped you.
