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Synopsis: A night at one of Tony's parties ends in a serious fight between you and Supreme and now he must find a way to make you forgive him.
Warnings: Use of the word "Whore", SMUT: prenetrative sex, angry sex, orgasm denial.
A/N: This one was supposed to be a brain rot smut, but I ended up developing the emotional part much more than the smut itself, however I really liked the result and I also thought it matched the inspiration that was the song. it is within the Multiple Stephens universe because I needed to include Defender Strange for plot reasons. I hope you like it and have a good reading ;)
Supreme Strange was a affectionate man. Maybe he wasn't the most romantic or the most attentive. He definitely wasn't as sweet as Defender or as understanding as the good doctor, but he prided himself on being a affectionate boyfriend. To his own standards. Sure, he used to get a little mean when he got jealous and you said he had a sharp tongue when he drank, but so what, right? Saying I love you or go fuck yourself were two ways of saying he cared, it was affection all the same.
He sighed, checking his phone for the tenth time that morning alone, acknowledging that maybe he had crossed the line in the last fight you had. Just a little. You refused to talk to him, you didn't answer his texts, and you were clearly waiting for a formal apology, but he wasn't the least bit inclined to do so once he knew that, even though he had crossed the line in his reaction, he had every right to be angry.
It all started at one of Tony Stark's parties. The night had started off really well, the three Stephens were there, you were happy about that because it wasn't common for the three of them to go out with you. You both had drunk that night. Stephen and Defender not much, but he had drunk a lot and you had allowed yourself a few glasses of champagne. You danced, to electronic music, which he hated, but at the time it seemed fun, you kissed, you made love in one of the tower's rooms - although making love wasn't exactly the name he would give to what you did there - and everything was fine until he saw you full of smiles and looks with Thor Odinson. You were friends, he understood that, but from friends to what he was witnessing there was a huge distance. You were practically sitting on the Asgardian's lap while you idiotically tried to lift his damn hammer. - And Supreme found himself wondering if you weren't trying to lift something else from the Norse god. It was indecent and ridiculous and he found himself wondering why the others weren't as outraged by the scene as he was. They both just watched the scene from afar and laughed and talked to each other like the good friends they were.
In the end, Supreme couldn't contain himself, much less hide his displeasure with the allegedly innocent joke, and a minute later he was dragging you by the arm to the huge balcony of the building and hurling every kind of accusation and insult that his dirty mouth could muster.
"I can't believe you're saying that!" You replied indignantly and slightly offended.
"Oh no? That's because you can't know what I'm thinking." He spat back, "Do you have any idea how ridiculous you looked there? As if having three cocks isn't enough for you. Do you need another one?"
"You're drunk," you accused, and your eyes filled with tears, but he didn't let them move him.
"I'm not the one embarrassing myself for everyone to see. You should be ashamed of yourself acting like a fucking whore." He said, and your answer came too quickly for him to defend himself. You slapped him hard in the face and then raised your fists against his chest, striking him while you gave in to your tears and rage.
"You bastard, I hate you. I fucking hate you." You said it over and over until he grabbed your hands and pushed you against the wall, keeping you trapped there and making you look at him.
“You're mine, do you understand? Fucking mine!" He shouted and then kissed you roughly. Too roughly. His kiss, always full of love and passion, felt more like an assault to him, and he liked it.
You tried to fight him, but there wasn't much your small frame could do against his muscular body other than surrender, and that's exactly what you did, and somehow he knew that was where he really hurt you, when he made you see the power he had over you. But you kissed him back, even if you were angry, and it was impossible to know if the night would have ended differently if the two of you hadn't been interrupted by Defender Strange. Always him. The good Samaritan.
"Supreme, let her go." He heard him say just as he had taken your lips by force again and you were giving in. "You're drunk and you're hurting her."
Supreme could have started a fight right there, but he just stepped away, looking at his other self with disdain. "If you were half the man you think you are, you would be as offended as I am by that deplorable scene." He accused.
"Because I'm a better man than you are, I know there was no malice on either side. They were just having fun, and you would know that if you weren't so sickly jealous."
"Because I love her." He said through gritted teeth.
"Because you confuse love with possession," Defender replied and Supreme felt an overwhelming urge to punch him in the face, but he just walked right past them both, walked back to the lounge, grabbed his suit jacket that was hanging on the chair and left.
When he woke up the next morning his head felt like it was going to explode and the memories of the fight seemed distant and to some extent not a big deal, but when you didn't look him in the face during breakfast, he understood. Three days later he was checking his cell phone waiting for you to answer the countless texts he had sent just that morning while he was confined in the compound waiting for the Avengers meeting to end. He was leaving on a mission with Barton, Rogers and Romanoff in a few days and he didn't want to leave things as they were, but deep down he knew he had messed up terribly with you, even his narcissistic ass understood that his reaction wasn't normal and the fact that everything had happened at a Stark party, in front of your friends, only made things worse for him.
...
You were tired and it wasn't even noon yet. To be honest, you had no idea how you would get through that day and your mind kept playing with excuses to get up, grab your things and leave the office. Your cell phone wouldn't stop buzzing with texts from Supreme, each one more eloquent than the last and you knew their pattern well. First he would apologize saying that he had overreacted, then he would blame you for something you hadn't done, then he would say that even if you hadn't done anything wrong, you should avoid that kind of situation once you knew him and knew he would be angry. Again, he would blame you, but then he would apologize for the overreaction he had, and the cycle would go on and on.
He was so different from the other Stephens that sometimes you wondered if it was possible for them to be the same person. Stephen would never treat you like that. Defender would never talk to you like that, but Supreme always found a reason to take out all his frustrations on you and you hated him in those moments, but you couldn't help but love him in all the others.
"Y/n? Did you hear what I said?" You heard Phil saying and were dragged back to your reality inside the office, to the sound of the extremely loud air conditioning, the incessant typing on the keyboards of the computers in the booths next to yours, the hurried footsteps and the ringing of the phones.
"I'm sorry." That was all you said and he stared at you for a minute, rolling his lips and then repeated the question.
"The Link Dynamics files? I need to deliver everything to their lawyer this afternoon. Tell me you didn't forget!"
Of course you forgot. "Of course not! I'll finish reviewing them. I’ll bring them to your desk in a minute."
Phil's worried frown turned into a wide smile "You're the best, Y/n." He said and left.
To some extent, the desperation to finish your work in time for the 1pm meeting helped you forget about the issue with your problematic boyfriend and thus you managed to avoid the intrusive thoughts that told you to run away from work and lock yourself inside your room to watch bad TV shows and eat junk food.
By the end of the afternoon there were at least twenty texts that you didn't bother to read and when you got home the Sanctum was silent and your chest was enveloped by warmth when you smelled food coming from the kitchen indicating that Defender had already arrived. You took off your shoes and left your bag and keys on top of the sideboard and followed the smell to the kitchen where you found him distracted by the stove.
You didn't bother to announce your arrival, instead you approached and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his back.
"Hi there" He chuckled, stroking your arm lightly and continued with his work. "Long day?"
"You have no idea." You groaned.
He hummed, finishing stirring what looked like a very juicy and fragrant stew. "Since you’re here, taste it for me and help me decide if it needs anything else." He asked, gently turning and bringing the spoon to your mouth, his other hand under the spoon to make sure not a drop would stain your white blouse. It was a fish stew and although you hadn't seen it, you could taste the potatoes and carrots, as well as paprika, thyme, garlic and olives perhaps. You hummed, slowly savoring it and then pretended to think for a second. "More salt, perhaps." You finally said and he raised his eyebrow.
"Really? That's not what I had in mind. I thought more pepper."
You shook your head. “No, it’s fine as it is. It’s just that you know me, I like my food with a little extra salt.”
He smirked. “I guess a pinch wouldn’t hurt.” He turned and added a pinch of salt to the stew and stirred it gently and you found yourself staring at him. He looked gorgeous, even though he looked completely normal. He wore black sweatpants and a gray long-sleeved t-shirt. His hair was tied back in its usual ponytail and his feet were bare. You loved it. Seeing him in his most natural, domestic form, doing normal things like cooking. The image always made your heart skip a beat.
“I didn’t expect you to cook tonight. I thought you’d be tired. I was already deciding between having a sandwich for dinner or ordering something.” You confessed, watching as he turned off the heat on the pot and removed a pan of gratin vegetables from the oven. He carefully placed it on the counter. "I was anxious. You know how I get before missions. I thought it would be a good idea to have a proper dinner before I go."
You couldn't hide the pout you made, and he smiled at you quickly. "I'll be back in three days." You crossed your arms. "The last time you said that you were gone for almost two weeks."
He let out a small laugh. "I know, but this time is different. I have no reason to believe something so big could happen to keep me away for so long."
You nodded, still reluctant. "I still wish you didn't go."
"Me too." He confessed and dedicated himself to setting the table and you smiled watching him arrange each plate and dish in its proper place. He was always meticulous in this matter and you found it super charming. Although the Sanctum had a beautiful dining room, you were used to eating in the kitchen. It was spacious enough and had a certain comfort that the sterile living room lacked. The smaller table could seat six people, but Defender was used to always setting out four plates. That night, however, he hesitated when setting out the fourth, but did it anyway.
You sighed as you watched him finish arranging everything and finally gave in to the matter that hung over you like a gray cloud.
"I know I can't leave things as they are, but I don't know how to move on as if nothing had happened."
He finished setting out the cutlery on the table and then rolled his lips, thinking of the best way to say what he was thinking.
"Say it."
"He's not gonna change, baby. We've been at this too long to understand that this is just the way he is, and I can say that for sure because he is me."
You shook your head. "Sometimes it's hard to believe that. You would never talk to me like that."
"But the man I was would. I've evolved, baby, I've gotten better with time and pain, but Supreme is the way he is, and you've always known that. You were already irritated with him from the start, remember? But you fell in love with him anyway."
You lowered your eyes because you couldn't bear to look him in the eye. 'Because he's you and you're Stephen.'
"Yes, I know. We are Stephen and I’m pretty sorry for that" He said nodding. “You know I don’t blame you for falling in love with him. I just need you to understand that he is the way he is since the beginning and we don’t have any reason to believe he’s gonna change.”
Somehow you felt guilty about the situation you had put yourself in at that party. Even though there was no malice in the joke with Thor, you had a few more glasses of champagne than you should have and that affected your judgment. Sober you would never put yourself in that situation knowing that Supreme was there watching you and by understanding that things didn’t get any easier.
"It's just... I hate him sometimes." You confessed, feeling the weight on your chest intensifying.
"But you love him anyway." Defender finished. "It's okay to admit it. I know. I always knew, since day one."
"What should I do then? I can’t pretend nothing happened." You asked, genuinely lost, but he just smiled politely.
"Rule number 16, baby."
You sighed. "You guys can't interfere when I get into a fight with another Stephen."
"Exactly. And I think I interfered too much that night, but I don't regret it, tough. I just can't tell you what you should do. However, I can tell you what I wish you wouldn't do."
You waited.
"Let him go on a mission without you guys having resolved this."
You stared at him, understanding very well where he was going with this. If something happened and Supreme got hurt, you would never forgive yourself. "Now I hate him even more." You sighed and Defender came closer, pulling you to nestle into his chest. "Love and hate are awfully close, baby. Now, let’s forget this matter for a bit so we can enjoy our meal together. What do you think?"
You nodded and he smiled contentedly, gently lifting your chin to kiss you. He did it slowly, just a touch of lips that lingered over time and made your knees go weak. It was how he got everything from you. Gently and lovingly. With Defender Strange things were always that way.
When your lips parted you let out a little moan and then confessed "I love when you kiss me like that."
He frowned "Like what?"
"Like you. Soft and gentle. You can get anything from me like that, Defender Strange."
He let out a little laugh "You think I'm soft, huh?"
You smiled feeling your face blush "Only with me. Outside you are a feared and highly respected sorcerer."
"Okay, good to know I can keep the appearances." He hummed contentedly and then kissed you again the same way.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you're super sweet."
"Thank you, baby." He said, smirking and kissing you one more time before pulling away and ordering, "Now I think it's best if you go upstairs and change. We don't want the food to get cold."
You nodded, reluctantly pulling away from him.
"While you're at it, tell the doctor that dinner is ready. He should be in the library." He asked.
“Okay” You said walking away.
...
Supreme was distracted on the phone, confirming the last details of the mission when he heard a knock on the door. He had gotten out of the shower and was in front of the mirror, gathering the courage to shave when he was interrupted by the call from his fellow Avenger, and they had been on the phone for several minutes. Since he took a while to answer, he heard the sound of the bedroom door opening and a voice calling him, but he didn’t bothered to answer.
"I believe everything is fine, but if you have any questions, you can call me later, Romanoff." He said, hanging up the phone.
"Supreme" Defender called and he threw the towel in the sink, giving in to laziness and leaving the bathroom.
"Dinner is ready. I thought you would want to eat with us instead of here." Defender informed, entering the room.
Supreme shook his head. "I don't want to be where I'm not welcome." He said simply. In the last few days, you had refused to sit at the table with him and that had broken his heart deeply, but he understood, or at least he was making a huge effort to understand.
"She's still mad at you. God knows she has her reasons, but she's not okay with the way things are." Defender sighed. "She misses you. Just apologize and get it over with, Supreme."
He stared at his feet for a few seconds. "I really messed up, didn't I?"
Defender chuckled nervously, "That's what you always do. You let your emotions speak louder than reason. It's amazing how different we are in that way. I have so much trouble acting with my heart instead of my head, but with you it's all the time."
Supreme sighed heavily, putting both hands on his hips, his head still down, and then nodded, glancing at Defender regretfully. "I love her. I'm jealous of her. When I saw her..." He stopped, shaking his head to rid himself of the memory. "I know I should control it, but I can't. She's mine” He stopped himself and shook his head. “Ours. She is ours. This... I can understand this thing we have because it's us, but when any other man gets close to her, I just lose my mind."
Defender nodded, "She loves us, Supreme. There is no one else. But we need to treat her much better. You need to treat her much better, Supreme. What you did... the things you said to her were unacceptable."
"I just said it, I wasn't thinking straight..."
"You called her a whore."
Supreme looked at him in surprise "I didn't."
"Yes, you did. You hurt her. She told me."
"Of course she did." There was no way to refute that. Defender was right as always and Supreme wanted to go back in time to erase that horrible night, but he couldn't do that. He needed to deal with the consequences of his actions.
"Say you are sorry." Defender ordered with his authoritative tone that always made Supreme's blood boil in his veins.
"Do you really think I haven't done that before?"
"Do it again. Say it like you mean it. Say it bluntly, without apologies, without blaming her for something you did because that's what you always do!"
Yeah, there was no way to refute that either.
"Why do you even care?"
Defender sighed, "I told you. She loves you and misses you. That's why." He said, turning to leave the room. “I just can’t stand to see the sadness in her face.”
Supreme went back to the bathroom and stood in front of the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He looked fine. His defined chest and visible biceps were a source of pride for him. After all, the hours he spent at the Compound gym listening to bad music had to be paid for somehow, but at that moment all he could see were the bags under his eyes resulting from sleepless nights. He knew Defender was right and he was wrong, and that was hard for him. His narcissism made everything about him, you said, but what you didn't know was that being like he was could hurt him a lot.
When he finally went down to dinner, he found you and the other Stephens already eating. Apparently, Defender had cooked that night and you were all delighted with him, giving little compliments while humming with each bite of food.
"I mean it. That's the most delicious flounder I've ever had in my life." You said, which made him almost roll his eyes, but he held himself back.
"You're still here. I thought you'd already left." Doctor Strange said as Supreme sat in the place reserved for him and right in front of you.
"Tomorrow. We're still working out some details." He answered while serving himself.
"What's the situation?" The doctor asked.
"Possible misuse of ancient magical artifacts in southern Russia. Some people died in unnatural ways, which caught the attention of the Avengers. They could be relics, which I doubt."
"I remember Wong saying he has an inventory of all the magical relics on this planet so if one go missing he would know." Defender confirmed. "Whatever it is, it's not sorcery."
Supreme took a forkful of food and had to hold back his satisfaction. It was indeed delicious and somehow that only made him feel even worse. How was it possible that one of them knew how to cook so well and the other two could barely boil water to make spaghetti?
"Witchcraft, perhaps. We've faced things like this before." Doctor Strange guessed. "You could ask Maximoff for her opinion."
"No, I can handle it." He said, glancing subtly at you. You were eating in silence now, but you must have been staring at him because your eyes met, and he could see your cheeks turn pink before you looked away.
Doctor Strange shook his head. "It's up to you, but dealing with witchcraft can be dangerous." "No. It's fine with me. I've dealt with plenty of witches in my universe." He bragged and then sipped from his glass of the white wine Defender had chosen for the evening. An excellent choice, to say the least.
Stephen didn't press the issue, but you looked directly at Supreme for the first time that day and spoke visibly irritated. At that point he suspected that the sound of his breathing was enough to irritate you. "Let's hope your arrogance doesn't get you killed one of these days, Stephen. I honestly don't know how you can stand yourself."
That hurt.
"Come on doll, don't be like that." He found himself begging as he watched you stand up and threaten to leave the table. The idea that you would rather give up such a delicious meal than endure being in his presence was devastating to him.
"Don't call me like that!" You almost yelled at him, which made him snap too.
"I'm sorry, okay?" He almost shouted the words, standing up as well. "I'm sorry. I hurt you and said things I shouldn't have. I overreacted and it wasn't your fault. None of this was your fault. I'm so sorry."
He couldn't believe how saying those words felt like it lifted a weight off his chest. He needed this as much as you did, apparently.
However, it took you so long to show any reaction that the relief was quickly replaced by the fear that he had somehow managed to make everything even worse. You just stood there staring at him. The other Stephens didn't dare say anything. Supreme was pretty sure they were barely breathing for fear of breaking some stupid rule of theirs by interfering. "Honey... I love you. Please, talk to me. Forgive me. It wasn't your fault, it was my fault and my fault alone and I'm sorry for saying otherwise and I'm sorry for being the way I am, but please, I can't take this anymore. I miss you." Your reaction to his words was so abrupt that he barely realized what you were doing when you ran and went around the table and then threw yourself into his arms. The next thing he knew, he had your head in his hands and was kissing every inch of your face, forehead, eyes, nose, cheek and only then did he kiss your sweet lips and the little moan you let out when he deepened the kiss made his whole body tingle.
"Finally" he heard one of the Stephens say softly.
"Why did it take you so long to say it?" You asked against his lips.
"Because I'm a fool." He heard himself say and then pulled you back to his lips.
...
There were so many types of sex and you loved every single one of them. Lazy sex, when you woke up in the morning together and could afford to stay in bed late. It was usually slow and unpretentious. There was also homecoming sex, when Stephen came back from a mission after being away for weeks. It was always hard and desperate and full of sweat and saliva. Midnight sex, when one of you woke the other up to make love, sometimes it ended in cockwarming and both of you fell asleep without cumming, but that was never the goal.
That particular night you were introduced to a different form of sex, one that everyone talks about but that you had never experienced: Makeup sex.
You barely realized how you got to the bedroom. One minute you were eating dinner and the next you were devouring Supreme's mouth as he slammed the door behind you and you jumped on his lap. A moment later you were both naked and he was directing his cock at your entrance.
He wasn't gentle, actually, the thing about makeup sex is that it's not gentle. There's too much feeling involved and a desperate need to satisfy a pent-up desire.
"Shit, honey..." he cursed through his teeth as he finally buried himself inside you. The stretch was welcome and before he could say anything that would ruin the moment, you shut him up with another kiss, using the situation to your advantage to take control of the kiss. You used the support of your hands on his shoulders to bounce on his dick and your eyes rolled back with pleasure and you found yourself confessing on his lips.
"Oh I missed this. I missed you."
He groaned contentedly holding you by the ass and helping you move up and down on his cock, but a minute later he was throwing you on the mattress and coming on top of you. He entered you quickly and your legs locked on his hips while your nails dug into the skin of his back. He forced himself against you like a desperate man, it was something primal and delicious and your body responded to each thrust with the same desperation, producing more and more of that wetness that made him slide inside you with frightening ease and at the same time made an obscene squelching and wet sound.
"Fuck" He rasped between your lips "You're so fucking wet for me, honey. Feels so good."
You just hummed in response, at that point your mind was completely incapable of formulating a sentence, your heart was racing and there were so many emotions involved.
"I missed you so much. I'm sorry, love. I promise I will be better. I just... was so jealous. I am so jealous of you all the time and when I saw..."
"Shut up, Stephen" You said using all your strength to push him off of you. He didn't resist, he just rolled over on the bed and let you go on top of him. You slid him inside you again, taking control with a certain desperation and he allowed it. Supreme was not submissive, in fact he never allowed himself to be in a position where he was not in control, but that night he did not hesitate to let you ride him and you did it with force, with anger, with something more than just the pleasure you felt. It was as if by subjugating him like that you were making up for everything he had put you through in the last few days.
It didn't last long. And you didn't care. Your eyes closed, feeling the familiar tightening in the pit of your stomach and you didn't fight against it, you kept moving, grinding against him like an animal in heat as sweat ran down your neck and your breathing became labored and labored. The muscles in your thighs ached with the intensity of your movements, but you didn't care either, you needed to keep going, you needed your release, you needed that sweet catharsis to wash your soul and body and maybe then you could leave everything that happened behind. Sex as a cure. When the knot finally broke you let out a moan so loud that you knew anyone inside the Sanctum could hear it, the orgasm so strong it felt like you were going to pass out right there. It was over. You were his and he was yours and love had healed everything. Love would always heal everything.
...
Stephen had never felt that way before. It was easy to say that he had never seen you act that way before. The way you used him to reach your high was almost offensive, as if he was nothing more than a cock you could rub yourself against until you got what you wanted and that should have made him angry, but on the contrary, it was fucking hot. Maybe, and just maybe, he could understand the appeal that submission had with Defender. It was sexy with you.
However, when he realized that when you were done you simply dismounted him and threw yourself on the bed without giving him the chance to join in that bliss with you, he understood. The sex hadn't been for him, and you still hadn't said you had forgiven him.
You lay there in silence, and he chuckled nervously feeling his dick throb in protest. He ran a hand over his face and then turned to look at you and there were tears in your eyes and his heart broke into pieces knowing that it was his fault.
"I never meant to make you mad, you know? I was joking. Thor is like a brother to me. All of them..." You stopped as your voice broke and then took a deep breath before continuing. "They're my friends."
He was silent for a minute. All the adrenaline from the unfinished sex was quickly fading and replaced by remorse. "I know."
You wiped a tear that ran down the side of your face and then smiled at him, and the smile was sad. "There is only you, Stephen."
It wasn't easy for someone like him to admit when he was wrong, but in that moment, Supreme understood how cruel his behavior was and how he always managed to hurt you even when he knew you were the person he loved most in the world. How fucking contradictory could that be? His stomach churned with self-disgust, but he took a deep breath and cupped your cheek gently and pulled you in for a kiss. Soft, slow, completely unlike the sex had been, but with the same intensity of emotion involved. When your lips parted he could feel his eyes wet with tears he refused to shed and he was finally ready to tell you how sorry he was for everything when you covered his mouth with your fingertips and smiled.
"I know. I don't want to talk about what happened anymore, I just want to stay here with you. Please."
And how could he deny that? So he pulled you into his arms and you eagerly snuggled into his chest while he buried his nose in your hair, inhaling its delicious scent. You were so sweet, so fragile and at the same time so strong. There was nothing he could say to explain how much he loved you, he just hoped you could see it in his gestures. Even the bad ones.
You were silent for a few minutes. The orgasm that had been denied to him long forgotten. His blackened fingers continued to slide slowly down your arms and you drew circles on his chest with your nails. It was comfortable and intimate, and he didn't know anything better than that.
It was you who broke the silence after several minutes. Your fingers were now playing around his lips as if outlining a goatee that wasn't there.
"You need to shave." You said and there was a hint of irritation in your voice that was almost comical, and he couldn't help but tease you about it.
"I really don't get it. I thought you liked men with beards. You live with two of them, after all."
You tsked petulantly as if it was obvious what you needed to explain.
"I like beards, not stubbles. They itch and give me allergies. And besides, they give an air of sloppiness that doesn't suit you. I'm used to seeing you always impeccable and I like it. It must be the only good thing about your narcissism."
Ouch. You could have forgiven him - though you refused to say so - but he knew it would take you a while to let it go completely. Either way, he deserved it. Whatever treatment you decided to give him, he deserved it.
"I'll shave in the morning," he said obediently.
You hummed and went silent again for a long time, long enough for him to notice your breathing becoming more regular and low and your body weighing more in his arms and just like that he knew you had fallen asleep. He stared at the ceiling with a relieved smile on his lips, but the relief was contained and he found himself remembering a random moment from last week, but at that moment as he replayed it in his head it gained a new meaning. You and he were in the living room, it was Sunday, his day to be with you and you had decided to spend that time together at home instead of going out. You had dinner and were watching a movie sprawled on the couch. His head was in your lap while you stroked his hair. It was a normal and routine moment, but Stephen passed by you and observed the scene with a disapproving look and teased "You don't deserve her."
At the time he responded with an ironic "Fuck off", but when he remembered, after everything that had happened in the last few days and everything that had happened in his universe, Supreme knew it was true. He didn't deserve you.
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Hey guys so, i promise this isnt an empty promise about a post, i actually wanted to explain my lack of posts, lately i’ve been suffering with depression and finding it difficult to even get out of bed some days, but, i am getting help and things, for now are starting to look up. Im speaking with a therapist to help get me back into a routine and doing things i enjoy and hopefully posting again soon. If you or anyone you know is struggling with any mental health issues, please please ask for help, there is no shame in doing so 🫶
Synopsis: The Reader has a terrible headache and Stephen goes full doctor mode to take care of her
Word Count: 4,1k
A/N: This fic is total self indulgent. The entire medical part is based on my experience with the worst headache I've ever had in my life. I had to take something positive from the whole situation. Hope you guys like it and have a nice reading ;)
You had never had such a bad headache in your entire life. It was strong enough to bring tears to your eyes and prevent you from working. It had all started with an allergy attack due to the renovation work in the office building where you worked. Even taking the anti-allergy medication you were used to taking, things only got worse and soon your airways were completely blocked and you had an incessant cough that made you want to vomit your guts out.
But things got worse when you woke up on Friday with a headache that simply wouldn't go away no matter how many painkillers you took. The persistent pain got worse over the days, reaching its peak on Monday morning. When you woke up, you simply couldn't open your eyes, and when you tried to get up, your head hurt with a piercing throb that made you sit down again and fall into silent tears.
It was a nightmare. Stephen was on mission and you hadn't been able to talk to him in the last few days. You were practically married to a doctor, but you couldn't count on him to help you when you needed it most and that only made you cry even more, giving in to despair.
After a few minutes you forced yourself to get up and staggered to the bathroom where you forced yourself into the shower, hoping that the cold water would somehow help you, but there was no improvement. As you were changing your clothes, feeling dizzy from the strength of the pain and the throbbing in your forehead, you decided that you would take a taxi and go straight to the hospital. By that point, your anxious mind was already telling you that you had a brain tumor.
You were slowly walking down the stairs, each step you took making your head ache even more, when you heard the familiar hiss of a portal opening in the entrance hall. You didn't feel excited, already imagining it was Wong and the light coming from the windows and the door barely allowed you to open your eyes to see anything, but then you heard a baritone voice informing you that it was Stephen who had arrived.
"Sweetheart? What's wrong?" His voice was a big relief, although it sounded extremely worried and as if by magic - which it was - he was by your side, helping you to put your arm around his neck and picking you up. He quickly went downstairs and took you to the nearest sofa in the main hall and knelt in front of you. Cloaky let go of his shoulders and flew nervously across the room, stopping behind the sofa and watching you.
Stephen's presence, although a relief, made you succumb to tears again.
"Hey, Y/n, look at me, tell me what's going on, you look pale. What are you feeling?" He asked, going into full doctor mode and forcing your eyes open so he could examine them.
"My head is exploding." You finally managed to speak. "It's been hurting since Friday, but today it's unbearable, Stephen. I can't handle the pain."
Stephen conjured a small flashlight to examine your pupils and then hummed to himself looking relieved. "The pupils are normal. That's good. Can you follow my finger, please?" He asked, raising his index finger to the level of your eyes and directing it to the left and then to the right slowly. You followed the movement with your eyes to which he praised.
"Very good. Now tell me how many fingers you see." He asked, showing you three fingers.
"Three."
"Very good. And now?" He showed you one finger.
"One."
"Good. One more time. How many fingers?" He asked, closing his fist.
"None."
He nodded, sighing in relief. But the small wrinkle that always appeared between his eyebrows was still there.
"How is your vision? Can you see perfectly or is it blurry? Any black spots or spots of light?"
You shook your head. "I can see, but I can't keep my eyes open because the light makes it hurt even more." You whimpered. "The pain is too bad, Stephen. I don't know what to do."
Stephen shushed you, putting the small flashlight aside and bringing his two thumbs to your forehead, positioning them just above your eyebrows and pressing them there in circular motions.
"Fuck." You hissed.
"I hit the spot, didn't I? Here is where it hurts the most?"
You nodded. "And inside of my eyes and on my cheeks. It feels like my whole face hurts. Even my teeth."
He hummed positively but remained silent, moving his fingers from your forehead to your cheekbones and down to the joint of your jaw, putting some pressure there.
"It hurts so much, Stephen. What if I have a brain tumor? Or... or an aneurysm? What if I have an aneurysm?" Your voice was getting shakier and shakier, and heavy tears fell from your eyes. "I don't want to die, Stephen. I don't want to." You said, clinging to him and hiding your face in his neck as you gave in to crying again.
Stephen wrapped you in his arms, one of his hands stroking your hair as he shushed you. "You're not going to die, sweetheart, and you don't have an aneurysm or a brain tumor." He said, trying to reassure you.
"But it hurts too much." You whimpered.
"I know. I'll make it stop. I promise. I'm here now. But you need to let me go so I can go to the drug store to get your medication."
But the idea seemed absurd to you and instead of letting him go, you tightened your arms around him even more, which made him grunt softly and pull your hands away gently.
"What you have is called sinusitis. It's a serious inflammation of the airways that causes secretions to build up in this region here." He explained, pulling you away enough so he could illustrate what he was saying. He ran his index finger along your cheekbones and above your nose. "Because of the inflammation, you feel pain here." He continued moving his finger down to your jaw. "That's why your teeth hurt too." You nodded.
"But why does my head have to hurt so much? I don't understand." You asked, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand.
"Because the inflammation causes the facial muscles to tense up, which causes all the pain." He explained, standing up, but you held his hand tightly.
"Don't leave me alone. Please."
Stephen sighed. "I really need to go, love. The sooner you get your medication, the faster you'll get rid of the pain. Isn't that what you want?" He asked and you nodded, but kept holding his hand anyway.
"I had an idea. What if Clocky stays with you while I go, huh? Do you think that's a good idea?"
Before you could even answer, you felt the sentient relic moving excitedly behind you.
"It really loves you, you know?" Stephen insisted and you finally let go of his hand and watched him gesticulate with his head for the relic to come closer. Cloaky quickly flew over the couch and wrapped you in a comfortable hug. One of the things you loved about it - besides the fact that it was a magical piece of clothing that had thoughts and feelings just like Aladdin's carpet and you thought that was amazing - was that it smells like Stephen.
The warmth and soft touch comforted you somehow and you leaned against the back of the couch and curled your legs up trying to get as comfortable as possible.
"That's great, sweetie. I'll be back in a minute. I promise." He said and with a quick gesture of his fingers his robes were exchanged for jeans and a shirt and he walked quickly towards the door.
...
Stephen hated waiting in line. He had always been impatient, but ever since he learned the mystic arts he simply couldn't accept that there were things he couldn't solve with magic. Sure, he could open a portal and get the medication he needed, but that would be stealing and he considered himself an honest enough guy to do that. So there he was waiting in line at the checkout with a basket in his hand, waiting for the woman to pass the purchases of the person in front of him with an almost deliberate slowness while everyone in the drug store continued to stare at him in the strange way that everyone else stared at him when they recognized him.
When it was finally his turn, the woman named Katia looked at him with a sour face and said in a tedious manner, "Prescription, please."
Stephen sighed, "I don't have a prescription. I'm a doctor. The medication is for me." He lied shamelessly.
The woman cast a suspicious look at the basket and then at him. "I'll need to see your license."
Stephen sighed, letting his irritation show. "Come on, you know who I am. Everyone knows I'm a doctor."
"I'll need your license, sir."
Stephen sighed, taking out his wallet and opening it with difficulty because his hands were shaking more then usual. He took the document and showed it to her, then put it back.
"That's 145 dollars." She said, finally putting the boxes inside a plastic bag and handing it to him.
"Keep the change for the wonderful service." He said ironically, handing her the money and finally leaving the drug store and returning to the usual movement of Manhattan.
When Stephen finally returned home, it seemed like it had taken hours, but it had only been 25 minutes. He found you still in the same position, cuddled with Cloaky and with your eyes closed. He quickly moved his fingers, closing all the curtains in the room and approaching.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I tried to go as fast as I could..." He said and Cloaky gently pulled away from your hold and flew up the stairs.
He sat down next to you and conjured a glass of water and handed it in your hands while he opened the medication boxes and took out the pills and put in your hand.
"This is an anti-inflammatory, this one is an antibiotic and together they will cure the inflammation and relieve the tension."
You nodded, putting the two pills in your mouth and swallowing them with a sip of water. He couldn't help but smile at the fact that you didn't question him, just trusted him completely. He knew that a big part of that trust was because you loved him, but an important part was because you trusted him as a doctor and Stephen missed that. He missed being a doctor, having people's trust in that way and feeling good about being able to save a life or help someone in that way.
"This one is for the pain. It's a strong painkiller and should take effect within a few minutes. It will make you drowsy, though."
You took the pill and threw it in your mouth, swallowing it quickly while you poured the glass of water. Stephen smiled tenderly, taking the glass and placing it on the coffee table. Then he took a small bottle from the bag and opened it, showing you how to use it. "This one you spray twice in each nostril, and it will help decongest your nose and make you breathe better."
But instead of taking the bottle from his hand, you just got closer to him and put your head forward, waiting for him to apply the medicine to you. Stephen let out a small chuckle, feeling his chest get warm. You were so cute. Even in that situation that wasn't the least bit funny, you managed to be extremely adorable.
"There you go." He said, finishing the application of the medicine and putting them all back in the bag and placing the bag on the table. "Now come here." He asked, stretching out his arms so you could snuggle into his chest. “I think you need cuddles.”
He hugged you, gently resting his chin on the top of your head. "I'm sorry I wasn’t here for you, sweetheart. I hate these missions sometimes, especially when we can't communicate." He confessed. Deep down he was feeling extremely guilty about the situation, even though he knew it wasn't his fault. If he had been there, he would have diagnosed the problem sooner and spared you so much pain. After all, what was the point of dating a doctor if you couldn't count on him when you needed him most?
"You're here now. That's all that matters." You answered, lifting your head to look at him and it broke his heart to see your eyes red with tears like that. He cupped your cheek gently. "Can I kiss you? I heard that getting a kiss from me is the best medicine for sinusitis." He joked, managing to get a small smile from your lips.
"Kiss me all you want then." You said with a tired smile and he giggled, kissing you softly on the lips and then giving small kisses on your cheeks, on the tip of your nose, finishing on your forehead.
You hummed softly. "I love you, Steph." You said, laying your head back on his chest.
"And I love you, sweetheart. More than you can imagine." He confessed and you hummed again, but remained silent and he respected your silence. He knew that the pain you were feeling wasn’t small. Sinus headaches could be extremely painful, and you had endured it for as long as you could without asking for help. He only wished you had gone to the hospital sooner. He hated seeing you in pain.
...
You didn't realize you had fallen asleep until you woke up to the sound of soft voices talking. Stephen hadn't moved a muscle apparently, possibly to avoid waking you up, but now he was talking to someone.
"I'm glad she's okay now. Give her my best wishes when she wakes up." You heard Wong's voice and kept your eyes closed. The excruciating pain had passed, but your head was still sore and there was still a slight throb above your eyebrows.
"Are you going back to Kamar Taj yet?" You heard Stephen ask.
"Yes. Lots to do as usual. I'll let you rest for the night, Stephen. We'll talk tomorrow morning. Send me an update on Y/n when she wakes up." And as soon as he finished speaking, you heard the squeak of the portal opening and closing and then silence followed only by the sporadic sound of cars passing by on the street.
When you finally opened your eyes, you were surprised to find the Sanctum plunged into darkness. A single lamp was on, emanating a dim light from the kitchen. You had no idea how many hours you had slept, but you were completely dizzy, probably due to the effect of the medicine. You yawned and rubbed your eyes slowly, noticing that the pain behind them had also diminished considerably. Stephen moved slowly and then stroked your hair.
"Are you awake, sweetheart?" His voice was hoarse and heavy with sleep, which made you wonder if he had fallen asleep too.
"What time is it?" You asked softly.
"Almost nine." He answered. "You've slept for almost ten hours."
"I left you in Cloaky's care so I could shower and eat, but I basically spent the day on this couch. I ended up falling asleep too, which is a rarity. I woke up to Wong calling me and asking for a book."
You rubbed your eyes again and then looked at him in surprise. "You've been here this whole time?"
You smiled to yourself. "I'm glad you got some rest too."
He hummed positively. "How are you feeling? Better, I hope."
You nodded, slowly lifting your head to look at him now that your eyes had adjusted to the darkness.
"My head is sore, hurts a little, but the excruciating pain is gone."
Stephen smiled, cupping your cheek and stroking it slowly with his thumb. "That's great. But I'm afraid you'll need to take another painkiller now to give the anti-inflammatory time to kick in before the pain starts to come back." He explained.
"But if I take another one of those I'll sleep for another ten hours." You complained, to which he shook his head.
"I think a Tylenol will do for now. I'll get it for you." He said, threatening to get up, but you held him in place and cupped his face.
"Stay. Just a minute more."
He smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll be back in a moment."
You let him go reluctantly, but took the opportunity to sit up. Your body was limp and you felt like you were slightly drunk, so you avoided getting up. Suddenly you saw your bag on the coffee table and remembered that you hadn't even texted your boss, but before you could think to do so, Stephen was back answering the question you hadn't even voiced.
"I called the office and told them you were sick. You're staying home tomorrow too, by the way. Doctor's orders."
You nodded, watching him approach. He was wearing gray pajama pants and a white t-shirt. His hair, always impeccable, was messy and a few strands fell over his forehead. He looked handsome as always, but you couldn't help but notice a nasty cut on his cheek that you hadn't noticed before.
"You're hurt." You said as he sat down next to you, handing you a Tylenol pill and picking up the empty glass on the table and handing it to you. With a simple gesture of his hand, the glass filled with water.
"It's nothing. Drink it."
You obeyed, and the whole time he looked at you with tenderness in his eyes, but the crease between his eyebrows was still there.
"I'm fine, Stephen. Really."
He nodded, taking the glass from your hand and placing it back on the table.
"Seeing you in pain was a horrible experience, Y/n. It made me think that I would never forgive myself if something happened to you, and I'm not just talking about illnesses. The work I do, the things I deal with are extremely evil. It makes me think about the risk you run by living with me."
You smiled, trying to ignore what he was saying, but deep down you knew he was right. Living in the Sanctum with the Master of the Mystic Arts was a risk, but one you were willing to take because you loved him. "Let's not think about that." You simply said. "I'm fine and you came back from your mission safe and sound. That's all that matters."
He nodded, taking your hand in his and promptly changed the subject. "You need to eat something before taking the next dose of medication."
"Pizza." You asked immediately, which made him giggle.
"I was thinking about a salad..."
"I thought I was going to die today from a brain tumor. Fuck the salad, I want pepperoni pizza with lots of cheese and chocolate ice cream for dessert."
Stephen smiled broadly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Whatever you say. I'll order and while we wait, I'll help you take a shower. What do you think?"
You nodded. "I don't think I can stand up on my own to do it anyway. Whatever you gave me made me totally dizzy."
"I told you it was strong, didn't I? But the important thing is that it took the pain away."
You nodded. "Thanks for taking care of me, Steph."
"That's what you do when you love someone, isn't it? You've taken care of me so many times, sweetheart. I lost count of how many times you patched me up after I came back from a mission. That’s what people who love each other do."
You smiled "I really do love you."
...
Finally, you got ready for bed and ended up in bed with the lamp on, giving the room a low, comfortable light.
Stephen had never seen you eat pizza so eagerly and then devour two bowls of ice cream. It was cute. Even your childish palate was something he found adorable about you. He ate four slices of pizza himself and found himself having seconds of dessert, which he rarely did. After a day like the one you had, he was sure you both deserved the comfort of the food.
"How are you feeling now?" He asked to confirm, but it was clear from the look in your eyes that the medication was taking effect.
"Better. I barely feel any pain, but my head is still sore."
He caressed your face, watching you settle into the pillows next to him. "It's normal after such intense pain. You'll be better tomorrow."
You smiled, biting your lower lip and making that little face you always did when you wanted something, but you didn't say anything, you just brought your hand to his hair, tangling your fingers in it and scratching gently. Stephen closed his eyes, indulging in the touch and only then noticing how tired he was. The mission had been energetic, it had been a really hard few days that had taken a lot out of him physically and although he had managed to sleep for an hour or two, he could feel the exhaustion taking over him.
"Hm, it feels so good." He found himself confessing as he melted into your touch. "I missed you, sweetheart. Every day all I could think about was that I wanted to go home." He opened his eyes to see you smiling sweetly at him and slowly you snuggled closer to him as he automatically reached out to hold you impossibly close.
You cupped his cheek and pulled him to your lips, kissing him slowly, but with a growing desire. "I missed you too. I had plans for when you got back. I wanted to surprise you with a special dinner, but it wasn't possible." You said and he smiled reassuringly.
"Well, even though the day wasn't the most pleasant, it's safe to say we had a special dinner tonight. The pizza was very good." He said smirking.
"But there was something else I wanted to give you when you got back." You said, hooking your leg around his hip teasingly and Stephen soon understood what you were up to, but even though he wanted it as much as you did, he was forced to reason.
"Unfortunately, it's not a good idea, sweetheart, even though I really want it."
You frowned, clearly annoyed. "Why not? After the day I've had, don't I deserve a little affection?"
Stephen nodded with a smile. Of course you did. You deserved everything you wanted and he believed he deserved it too after the mission he had just returned from, but it wasn't always possible to get what you deserved. "Trust me, you do, but I don't want to risk making your headache worse."
You stared at him, not understanding what one thing had to do with the other, and he chuckled, trying to explain in a way that made sense.
"When we make love and you have a good time, which is always, I hope, the pleasure makes you tense the muscles of your entire body, even those on your face and especially during orgasm, which could lead to an orgasmic headache."
"Remember what we talked about the tension in your facial muscles making your head hurt?"
You nodded.
You rolled your lips, trying not to laugh. "Did you just make that up?"
Stephen let out a soft laugh. "Of course not. I'm serious. It's a real problem that you don’t have, but given the sinusitis, orgasm could be a trigger for a worsening of your condition."
You buried your face in his neck, laughing softly, and the sound was very welcome after he had seen you crying in pain earlier. "Believe me, I would never make that up, especially since I'm climbing the walls after so many days without sex."
"It hasn't been that many days." You contradicted him. "But I believe you, as stupid as it may seem. I just hate this fucking sinus thing even more now." You groaned.
"Your treatment will last five days, but after that we will have plenty of time to make up for it, trust me."
You sighed, lifting your head to look at him. "You'll have to make it up to me tonight with lots of kisses."
Stephen smiled. "As many as you want, sweetheart." He said, pulling you back to his lips.
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Hey guys so its October or Kinktober, and im not able to do the whole month but i do have a list from last year is there anything on there specificly you’d like me to write?
Warnings: PWP. SMUT! Age gap, alcohol, dom/sub dynamic, rough sex, name-calling (slut), praise kink, major daddy kink, major breeding kink. Please let me know if I forgot anything.
Word Count: 8,391
Reading time: ≈ 32 mins.
A/N: we're so back, babes.
18+ or i haunt you like a ghost from ur past!!!
You’d taken the deal. Maybe it was a stupid thing to do. In fact, all common sense dictated that it was an absolutely stupid thing to do, but you did it anyway. You hadn’t exactly liked the sound of it at the time, but as the last few weeks of your fall semester dragged on, the worse it got. You were uninterested, unmotivated, and unfulfilled. Suddenly, the ludicrous idea of moving in with Stephen and tending to the Sanctum Sanctorum seemed much less ludicrous.
You withdrew from your spring courses. Stephen was beyond pleased, though he’d kept a level head about it. He’d helped you move what little you had out of a terrible little apartment near campus and into the Sanctum Sanctorum. You had a massive room— a beautiful room, much like Stephen’s. You only ever slept in it when he was away. When he was at the Sanctum, you were expected in his room. You didn’t mind that at all.
When Stephen was away you spent your time housekeeping, tasks you found you were surprisingly good at. It could be rather tiring in a place as large as the Sanctum, but it was worth it to see everything so pretty and neat. It was worth it to see Stephen completely at ease when he was home.
It was doubly worth it when he rewarded you so well. No whim of yours was too small, no request ever seemed stupid. The only time you ever saw Stephen upset was when you withheld your wants. He always came home ready to please you, in any and every way he could.
If you mentioned seeing a shirt you liked, it would show up in your closet. If there was some food you wanted to try, he would bring it to you… sometimes from halfway around the world if he thought it’d be better. You were bored? Would you like a book? Ten? Twenty? One-hundred? He’d buy out any bookstore for you. And God’s-sake, let him get you and new phone and laptop while he was at it.
You’d never understand what you did to deserve him… this life he’d given you. You’d never met a sugar baby or sugar daddy before you and Stephen began your little arrangement, but you always wondered if all sugar babies were treated this well. Did all sugar babies come to rely on their caretakers so much? Did they all start to… love… them?
It wasn’t something you would ever admit to Stephen, but it was the truth. It was the truth long before you’d moved in, but your feelings had only doubled since then. It had been four months and you were still wondering if any of this was right. In truth, you had your doubts.
But you hid those well enough.
At least, you hoped you were hiding it.
“Hey, Doll Face,” His voice reverberates deep through the phones speaker, “What are you doing?”
“Just folding some laundry,” You answer, a sly smile on your face as you tease, “What’re you doin’, Daddy?”
He chuckles lowly and says, “Well, it looks like I’m going to be stuck in my office all day today. I was wondering if you’d like to pay me a visit?”
You perk up at the invitation, “Really? You want me at Kamar-Taj?”
“Why not? It’d be nice to have some company while I read. I can get us some lunch and you can take the day to relax.”
“Let me finish this load of laundry, but then I’m all yours.”
You hear him tut before the line goes dead and suddenly a giant, golden portal opens in front of Stephen’s bed. On the other side he sits behind a large wooden desk, his fingers drumming against an open book.
“Last I checked, you’re mine, period,” He says nonchalantly, “I think I take precedence over the laundry.”
You place the shirt you were folding to the side and slide off the bed, smiling as you reassure, “Of course you do.”
Stephen looks you up and down, noting, “You look gorgeous.”
You had a soft natural glam on your face with your hair pulled into a neat voluminous ponytail. Today you’d opted for a more comfy-casual look, wearing a simple midi, baby-pink slip-dress. Given you’d been lounging in the bed, you weren’t wearing any shoes, but you didn’t think Stephen was feeling patient enough for you to slip a pair on.
You step through the portal and say, “Thank you.”
“Do you get ready this early every day?” He asks curiously.
“As soon as I get up in the morning,” You nod, looking over your shoulder and watching as the portal snaps shut behind you, “I like to be ready in case you come home early… or if you need me.”
Stephen felt himself melt. So sweet, so attentive. You’d been absolutely perfect since you moved in. You fulfilled every agreed upon duty and each of his whims. He was thrilled with it all. It was hard to believe that this was all just an arrangement.
Most days he preferred to let himself believe it wasn’t an arrangement. He preferred to believe it was real.
“How has your day been so far, Sweetheart?” Stephen asks, gesturing you over with the crook of his finger.
You eagerly skip to his side and stand, waiting for your next instructions as you say, “Boring. Cleaned the kitchen, did some laundry… checking the books in the library was next on my to do list.”
“Mm,” He hums out, “That does sound tedious. I’m certainly glad it’s not my job anymore.”
You give him a playful swat on the shoulder and he catches your hand, pulling you forward as he turns his chair to face you. He pats his lap with his other hand and obediently you take your place. You throw your legs over one of the chair’s arms and lean into his shoulder. His arm wraps tight around your waist as he buries his nose in your hair and takes a deep breath.
“This reminds me of the first night we met…” You say, “We say like this for a long time. I wondered if you were going to make a move or if you were waiting for me to.”
“I was just happy to hold you,” He laments, “It’d been a long time since I had anyone around,” He pauses for a beat before admitting, “I was trying to decide how to take it further. You were so… bold. It was intimidating. Sexy, but intimidating.”
You giggle and bury your face in his neck, planting a whisper of a kiss against his skin and teasing, “I’m not so scary, am I?”
“No, you’re not,” He agrees, “But I was scared then. I had a great opportunity in front of me. I didn’t want to screw it up.”
“Well, you didn’t.”
“No, I didn’t.”
Conversation was so easy with Stephen. It always had been. You could banter and be genuine all in one breath together. You’d never experienced anything else like it. Even though most older men took a more stoic route, Stephen did so in a way that didn’t make him seem impenetrable. He was still willing to speak and listen.
You press another kiss to his neck and ask, “How has your day been?”
“Long.”
“It’s not even noon.”
He peers down at you and gruffs out, “Exactly.”
You pout and reach up to pick at his cheek, cooing, “My poor baby. Is my magician having a hard time collecting tips in Times Square?”
He turns his head and playfully nips at your fingers, catching your hand as you move to pull it away and pressing a kiss to your fingertips.
He shakes his head and answers, “I’ve been… sidelined until further notice. The Avengers have me on lock down in case I’m needed. Stark apparently has some satellite tracking something big in space,” He rolls his eyes, “Of course, he can’t say what it is, he just needs me on call in case.”
You frown, “I’m sorry, Stephen. I know that must be annoying.”
“It is,” He agrees, “I feel like a sell-sword.”
“Oo,” You wiggle your brows, “A dashing sell-sword with his hired whore. Now that sounds like a story!”
He chuckles and shakes his head, “You need to read a bit more non-fiction.”
“I just dropped out of college so I could stop reading non-fiction. Let me have my fun.”
He holds up one hand in surrender, “Read away, Doll Face.”
“So, what are you doing now?”
“Just practicing some new spells,” He gestures to the book laying open on his desk.
“What kind of spells?” You ask curiously, leaning forward to peer at the pages.
“Well,” He turns his chair back to the desk to show you the pages, “This one is called the Icy Tendrils of Ikthalon. It can conjure up freezing temperatures and ice… snow, if you can control it well enough.”
“Ooo…” You breathe out, reaching out to run your finger along the printed words in the page.
The paper feels different. It’s slightly rumpled and has an odd texture to it. Maybe your crazy or it’s a case of the placebo affect, but you swear you can almost feel energy radiating from the paper.
“What language is it in?” You ask, looking at the foreign characters in utter confusion.
“Sanskrit,” He replies, “Dead language— still has a lot of influence on other languages though.”
“How do you learn a dead language?”
“People learn Latin all the time,” He shrugs, “Patience is all it takes.”
You turn your nose up at the idea and remark, “I’ll leave you to it.”
He chuckles in your ear and you turn, sliding between his legs to sit facing the desk, cautiously and carefully beginning to flip through the pages in the book. Stephen sits behind you, watching silently, his arms around your waist. He’s patient, not making a fuss about you losing his page or touching ancient objects. He may act like a hard ass from time to time, but he was always secretly enthralled to show you this part of his life.
You pause on a page with an intriguing image. What looks like diamonds floating in the atmosphere surrounded by flames catches your eye.
“What’s this one?”
Stephen reaches forward, a trembling finger tracing a particular line as he reads, “The Crystals of Cyndriarr.”
“It looks pretty,” You muse.
Stephen reads a bit further before quoting, “This spell should not be used lightly. Upon contact with Cyndriarr’s crystals a natural being will immediately perish.”
“Oh!” You exclaim in surprise, “Okay, so maybe don’t practice that one right now.”
He laughs and squeezes your hip, “Understood.”
You keep flipping through the book, occasionally pausing to look at the characters as though they might start making sense. They never do. If anything, they start making less and less sense. How Stephen ever learned to read this was beyond you.
“You’re so smart,” You mutter, turning your head to look up at him, “Every time I see this— see what you do— I’m in awe. The dedication you have… it’s inspiring, Stephen.”
His cheeks turn a faint shade of pink and he says, “You’re so sweet to me, Baby.”
You give him a soft smile and reinforce, “I mean it. You really are the smartest man I’ve ever known.”
“Is that what you tell all your boyfriends?” He teases.
“Might’ve said it a time or two,” You tease back, giving a nonchalant shrug before whispering, “But I mean it this time.”
His body shakes with silent laughter as he pulls you back, eliminating any space between you. The two of you just sit there for a long while, Stephen watching as you continue to clip through the pages, only vaguely aware that you don’t understand a word of what’s scrawled out in ink. Really, he just liked watching you in moments like this. You seemed so relaxed, so happy. He loved seeing you smile and knowing he played a part in that.
“I lost your page,” You announce at the end of the book, “I have no idea where we started.”
“Well, I imagine it’s quite hard to remember when you don’t know what any of it said.”
You tilt your head back and smile up at him, “Sorry.”
He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips and soothes, “I don’t mind. I was bored of that spell anyway.”
“That why you called me? ‘Cause you were bored?” You pout up at him, “To think, I just thought you wanted to see me.”
“I do,” He remedies quickly, pressing another kiss against pouty lips, “I always wanna’ see my baby.”
You grin at this like the spoiled brat you are and give a little shake of delight, “I know.”
He playfully rolls his eyes and moves his lips to your shoulder, brushing your hair out of the way with a slightly shaky hand. He presses his lips to your neck and inhales, taking in the scent of Electric Cherry. He’s brought it home as a gift for you one day, saying that you needed a scent to compliment his own bottle of Tom Ford. It was sweet and just a touch floral. They did smell beautiful together.
He trails his along the fabric of your dress and compliments, “This dress looks lovely on you.”
You look down at the soft pink fabric. It hugged around your chest and waist just right, then fluttered out around your hips and legs. It was a silky sort of material that you had always been fond of, and it was extra comfortable for hot summer days as it had been in New York before you were whisked away.
“I bought it last week. I thought the color was nice… different. You know I prefer darker colors,” You explain, “But I thought you might like it.”
“Money well spent on my part,” He smiles, “I do like it. It makes you look brighter.”
“We should get you a pink shirt to match!” You suggest eagerly, “I bet you’d look nice in pink.”
He smiles and says, “You buy it and I’ll wear it, Baby Girl.”
Your cheeks flush at that specific term of endearment. It never got old hearing him call you that. It made you feel safe and secure and loved. No matter how many times he used it, it still made your heart do somersaults.
“Now,” Stephen announces, “I do have to get some actual work done. I have to research on a specific shield that they’re having trouble breaking down in Europe.”
You nod and move to stand, but Stephen isn’t having that. He holds you firmly in place and asks, “Where are you going?”
“I was just going to give you some space to work,” You explain, pointing to the couch, “I figured I’d just lounge on the couch—“
“Nuh-uh,” He shakes his head, voice dropping an octave as he murmurs, “You’re staying right here. I need your help. But you need mine first.”
Before you can ask what he needs, one hand is creeping down and hiking up the skirt of your dress. You hold your breath as his hand gently caresses your leg, his fingertips tracing the most sensitive bits of your inner thigh. Your body tenses slightly as his fingertips brush against the lace of your panties, your hips involuntarily shifting forward.
His thumb finds your clit, the friction of the rough material against your clit making you whine. Stephen finds that sensitive spot on your neck and nips at it a few times before attaching his lips and sucking. His free hand reaches up, fondling at your tits as his other continues to trace circles against your clit.
“God, you’re so perfect, Doll,” Stephen praises, his lips leaving your neck to peer over your shoulder. His eyes rove back and forth between the different points of contact he has with your body, but as per usual, they settle on your tits. Quietly he demands, “Slide the straps off.”
You reach up and gently slide the straps off your shoulders, giving a little shimmy and pulling your arms through. Stephen moves his hands enough for the dress to slide from your chest and bunch around your waist. An animalistic sort of sound rumbles in his throat as both hands come up to cover your tits. You whine at the loss of contact to your clit, but he shushes you gently with a kiss on your cheek.
Your back bows as he takes your nipples between his pointer and middle fingers. You let out a soft moan, your head falling against his shoulder. Stephen takes advantage of your lax state, craning his neck downward to press his lips to yours in a feverish kiss. You automatically part your lips for him, knowing he wants to taste you. You reach behind you and grab a fistful of Stephen’s hair, tugging harshly to deepen the kiss. That same low rumble comes from his throat, traveling into your own mouth and seemingly shaking your soul.
He continues to tug at your nipples, teasing the stiff peaks until they’re unbearably hard. You shift between Stephen’s legs, pushing your ass back against him eagerly, feeling that your lower half is now being ignored. But that was the point. He liked to work you up like this. He would turn all of his attention to one part of you and ignore the other until you begged for more of his attention.
Stephen pulls away from your lips to leave aggressive love bites down the column of your throat. You whine as he sucks on the same spot as before, certain that the already tender area will be brusied the next days.
“You have the prettiest body, Baby Girl,” Stephen murmurs, “Can’t resist these tits. Just need to have my hands on them whenever you’re around.” He pauses, seeming to consider for a moment before amending, “I prefer to have my mouth on them, but I’ll save that for later.”
“You can do whatever you want,” You agree, scratching at his head, “Doesn’t matter what you do to me. Always feels good, Daddy.”
Stephen hums and smiles at you, one hand leaving your chest and slipping under your skirt. You push your hips forward, seeking his touch. He places the hand on your stomach and pushes back to still you, giving you that “be patient” look. You look up at him shyly through your lashes but settle down, relaxing against him again. He rewards your good behavior by slipping his hand in your panties, running his middle finger up and down through your slick, brushing against your clit.
“So slick for me already. Just from me teasing these pretty nipples and kissing your skin. Is that all it takes to get you ready for me?”
“I’m always ready for you,” You say honestly, “Just knowing you’re coming home is enough to get me excited most days. Imagining kissing you, touching you… fucking you. S’all I’m ever thinking about these days.”
You’re pretty certain if Stephen could purr, he would be. A cocky smile curves his lips, his eyes shining with pride. You gasp as he succinctly slides one long digit into you. Your eyes go a bit wide at the sensation, your cunt clenching instinctively around him. You bite into your bottom lip, staring up at Stephen with those big eyes he adores. He smiles and rests his forehead against yours, watching your face carefully as he adds a second finger, pumping them in and out at a torturously slow pace.
Behind you, poking into your back you can feel Stephen’s hard cock. His length never fails to impress you, and his stamina is incredible for his age. He could often go multiple rounds in very short periods, something you had asked for your first night together. Your first round had been so intense you didn’t think you’d make it through a second. He helped you through it anyway. It had been perfect.
You reach behind you and slide your free hand between your back and his erection. With a slight bit of contortion, you’re able to palm over him. The thick material of his sorcerer garb made it harder to feel and be felt, but he seemed to be responsive from the breathy sigh in your ear.
“Someone feels excited,” You tease, throwing his earlier words back at him, “So excited just from a few kisses and groping my tits?”
“No man in his right mind would be unerect after seeing you like this,” Stephen defends, “But I’m just some perverted old man. And that makes you a very dirty girl getting all wet for me.” You giggle and Stephen continues, “I don’t mind. You’re the sweetest little whore I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“Mm, your whore, Daddy,” You say, groping his cock a bit harder.
“That’s fucking right,” He breathes out, “You know your body is mine.”
“All yours.”
You let your eyes close, relaxing completely in his hold, one hand still buried in his hair and the other fondling him. You feel your face growing hot, your entire body warm under his attention. Your arousal soaks his fingers and your panties, likely staining the chair below. It doesn’t take long for you to loosen up and Stephen begins working faster, a soft squelching sound coming from between your legs. He curls his fingers to rub against your front walls, searching for that perfect spot that he had damn near mapped out at this point. He knows he’s found it when you let out a low moan, lips slightly parted, and brow tensing in pleasure.
“Look so beautiful like this,” He praises, “Such a pretty little toy for me to play with. Always letting me take what I need. Knowing I’m always gonna’ take care of you. Isn’t that right?”
You nod lazily and give a quiet, “Yes, sir.”
“And I do always take care of you, don’t I?” He checks.
You open your eyes to look at him as you reassure, “No one has ever taken better care of me.”
“No one ever will,” He says confidently, voice slightly gruff and possessive, “But I need you to do something hard for me today. You’ll have to practice your patience.”
The corners of your lips turn down ever so slightly at this. There were many things you were good at and many things Stephen had trained you to be good at, but you were still thoroughly lacking in the patience department.
What could you say? You liked getting what you wanted when you wanted it. And it was a hard habit to curve when your sugar daddy was so amenable to your every need and want.
Apparently, he had a different plan for this afternoon. Though you weren’t ecstatic about the idea, you were willing to try anything once, and doubly willing to please Stephen.
“What do you want me to do?” You ask, moving your hand in his hair to his face and scratching at his goatee, “Y’know I’d do anything for you, Stephen.”
He smiles softly and agrees, “I do know. You’re so sweet for me.” He pauses before saying seriously, “Although, you know you can—“
“Always use my safe word,” You finish for him, smiling as he rolls his eyes. “Yeah, Stephen. I know.”
“Good,” He nods, slowly withdrawing his fingers from your cunt.
You watch as he licks them clean, your face growing even warmer at the sight. You loved how unabashed he was about loving your body. Every bit of it. You hoped he saw you felt the same way about his own.
“Stand up for a second, Baby Girl. Let me pull down my pants.”
You stand obediently, your hole fluttering in anticipation. You watch over your shoulder as Stephen raises his hips and pulls down his pants and boxers. His cock is nice and hard like you’d teased him for earlier, but he wasn’t as worked up as usual. Normally he turned nearly red with want and anticipation, a bulging vein showing itself along the underside of his shaft. Now, he seemed more or less in control.
He explains, “While I do some research, I want you to sit in my lap and keep my cock warm.” You blink at him several times before he continues, “While I am doing this research, you may not move, bounce, grind, wiggle, or stimulate me or yourself. If I so choose, I may play with your body from time to time, but overall you should be prepared to feel immensely frustrated. Do you understand?”
You pout and ask, “I can’t even touch or kiss you?”
“You may touch my upper body and give me small kisses from time to time, but I will be preoccupied with my reading and I’d prefer not to be distracted very often.”
You gnaw at your bottom lip and ask, “What happens if I can’t sit still?”
“You’ll lose your allowance for next week and won’t cum during that time either.”
Your eyes go wide, “Stephen!”
“No arguing. Don’t be a brat.” You snap your mouth shut and sulk silently to yourself. “If you don’t want to try this, I understand that, and you will not be punished for it. But, if you would like to try it, those are your rules and I expect you to follow them.”
You mull it over for a while. On one hand, you were already horny and didn’t want to leave yourself or Stephen high and dry. On the other hand… you were already horny. You didn’t know how long you’d be able to sit in his lap with his cock buried inside you and not move. Any proximity to Stephen was overwhelming, but this was on another level.
But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious. You wanted to do this for him. You liked trying new things and you typically loved the rewards that came along with it.
“I’ll try,” You agree, putting on a flirty smile and saying, “I’ll take your cock however you’re willing to give it, Daddy. You know that.”
He smiles and only then do you realize he’s been playing with his cock as you stand there contemplating. His eyes tracing your curves and often looking at the space between your thighs that your dress still has covered.
“Stick that pretty ass out and sit back slow,” He instructs.
You do as he instructs, one of his hands coming up to slide your skirt out of the way. His fingers slip to your cunt, parting your lips to give his cock more direct entrance. He gives a grunt as his head breaches your entrance, the noise turning into a moan from both of you as you seat yourself fully atop him.
“If you need to readjust or get comfortable do it now, Sweetheart,” He says softly, somehow managing to pull his chair closer to the desk, “Settle in. You’ll be here for a while.”
You give a slight whine as you shift, trying to get comfortable. There’s not enough room in the chair to be comfortable in this position.
“Can’t, Steph,” You say, “Not like this… I need to be in a different position.”
He nods and asks, “Am I hurting you?”
You shake your head, “No, I’m just not gonna be able to sit still. I’ll slip around. Can I turn to face you?”
“Of course, Baby.”
You stand slowly, not being able to resist giving yourself one push back down. Stephen gives a little growl and playfully slaps your ass in warning. You smile and stand, turning to straddle him. His eyes take in the view of your breasts, his lips parting slightly on a silent sigh.
You carefully place your knees on either side of his waist and bring your arms around his neck. Stephen’s eyes meet yours, an intensity in them that causes your brain to short circuit. When he looked at you like that, you couldn’t breathe. So much emotion swirled in those bright, blue eyes, but never enough to tell you what he really thought.
You slowly lower yourself onto him, your head lulling back as he bottoms out. Stephen groans, his large hands squeezing roughly at your ass, pulling you closer. You bury your face in his neck, your lips skimming over the slight stubble forming after missing a day or two of shaving. His cock twitches inside you from the contact and your breath hitches.
“Better?”
You nod, “Better. Thank you.”
“Of course,” He murmurs, running a hand through your hair, “Now stay still. Be a good girl for me, and I’ll make sure I take care of you when I’m done.”
“Yes, sir.”
Stephen smiles as you whimper into his shoulder, “How long’s it been?”
He glances to the clock on his desk and says, “Just under half an hour.”
“Half an hour?” You all but yell, followed by a pitiful groan, your knees tensing around his waist, “Are you joking? It feels like ten years.”
He chuckles, gently pulling your ponytail to tilt your head back so he can look at you as he says, “You’re doing so well for me. Keep being patient.”
Your lashes flutter as you look down where the two of you are joined and ask, “H-how much longer are we gonna be here?”
Stephen tsks and points out, “Knowing will make it worse.”
You give a little huff and drop your chin back to his shoulder, pressing your lips to his neck, making him shiver. Stephen wraps his arms around your back once more and focuses his gaze back on the book in front of him.
Reading was harder in this position than he had anticipated, but that’s was the point. He had to focus harder than he normally would. It helped him focus his energy instead of feeling as though he was being pulled in twenty different directions. Now, there was only you and the book.
It was nice to have you close like this. You were warm, comfortable, and taking a much-needed break. He knew how hard you worked to keep the Sanctum in order while he was away, and he appreciated knowing you had this moment to just relax.
You were clearly experiencing a bit more frustration, getting a bit wiggly every so often, but a quick squeeze to your ass as a silent warning would half you settle down. He would also frequently press kisses to your forehead and run his hands up and down your back, trying to soothe you. That would only make the situation worse for him. Your walls would clench around him involuntarily and he would force down the noises he knew would only rile you up further.
“You’re doing so well,” He repeats, stroking your hair soothingly, “So proud of you.”
“Thank you,” You murmur, cuddling closer, “M’trying.”
“I know. You’ll get whatever you want for it too. Just like you always do.”
You giggle and the vibration rocks through Stephen’s body, a groan escaping him despite his best efforts to keep it down. You all but purr in his ear and whisper, “I love it when you make that sound,” Your cunt clenches around him as if to emphasize a fact he already knew to be true, “So sexy.”
Stephen clears his throat and tries to focus on his book again, but he’s distracted once more as you start nibbling on his earlobe and kissing his neck. Truth be told, he was going to be distracted either way. It just got to him when you called him sexy. It may have been cliché and played out to some people, but he would never get enough of it. It wasn’t the kind of word someone would just through around, it was a word used when someone meant what they were saying.
Stephen eventually settles his gaze back on his book, his body relaxing as you start to play gently with your hair. You loved his hair, another compliment you gave him often. “Thick and soft” you called it, always running your thumbs over his gray streaks that grew larger and larger by the day. Your touch was confounding for Stephen. One moment desperate and rough, then tender and meaningful the next. But that’s what this entire arrangement had felt like.
He wasn’t sure how long it could reasonably drag on before he got himself hurt— or worse, make you uncomfortable if you if you didn’t feel the same.
Fuck, what if you didn’t feel the same?
What if this arrangement… what if that’s all it was to you? Stephen knew it was likely you’d only accepted this deal out of convenience. He’d been able to get you out of a situation you didn’t want to be in, bought you more time to figure out what you wanted to do with your life. But what happened when you did figure it out? Or what happened when you met another guy?
You were far younger than he was and he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that his age was a kink for you. He wasn’t sure at what point the scale would tip, making his age repellant rather than part of your attraction. What happened when a younger man finally worked up the courage to approach you on one of your shopping trips while he was here in Kamar-Taj? A younger man with a decent job— or simply a plan for his future— would have to be more appealing than relying on some old man’s charity.
The idea makes him puff with anger. Not at you, but simply at the idea. The thought of losing you…
“You’re mine, you know that, right?” Stephen asks suddenly.
You pull back to look at him, taking his face in both hands and nodding, “I’m yours.”
“And you know you have me too?” He continues, “That there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Nothing I won’t do to provide for you and keep you safe?”
Your hips shift, whether intentional or not, he didn’t care now. He only cared about the way your eyes softened, the way you ran your thumb across his bottom lip so softly. You rest your forehead against his own and your noses brush against each other.
“I know, Stephen,” You murmur, “I’m grateful. You know that.”
He swallows hard. He feels the urge to tell you that it’s not something you have to thank him for— you don’t have to thank him for any of it— it was all just something he wanted to do for you. Not for the arrangement or the sex or whatever else you wanted to call it. All of it was just because he liked you. But he doesn’t say that. He bites his tongue and instead nods gently, your head moving with his.
He almost doesn’t hear you when you ask sweetly, “Can I kiss you?”
Stephen nods and says, “Kiss me, Baby Girl.”
You don’t hesitate, pressing your lips to his immediately. Your walls clamp down around him at the touch, a soft sigh leaving your lips on contact. Your hands stay on Stephen’s face, reverently tilting his head to allow you to get closer. You lick at his bottom lip and he parts them, letting you lick into his mouth, tasting him and perhaps a hint of yourself from earlier.
Though the kiss starts slow and sweet, it quickly evolves into something desperate and needy. Stephen’s grip on your arms and hips are rough and quick, never staying in one place for too long, always looking for the next place to mark with his touch. Your grip against his face grows rougher as well, pulling him into you as if afraid he might be gone the next second.
Stephen, finally at his limit and spurred by unreasonable jealousy, reaches down to grab your ass. He lifts you up quickly and shoves you back down, his cock sliding in and out of you. You let out a cry of shock and ecstasy, immediately responding to the movement with more of your own. You plant your hands on the back of the chair and begin moving yourself up and down his length. You use your knees to bounce up and down, the quickness of your movements causing Stephen to groan.
He keeps his hands planted on your hips, his calloused, rough skin slipping against the silk of your dress. He looks forward to stare at your tits bouncing up and down in front of him, your position on top of him putting him in the perfect position to lean forward and capture one nipple between his lips.
You pulse, moaning, “Fuck, that feels so good. You feel so good, Steph.”
He looks up at you through his lashes, entranced by the vision he finds. Your head was thrown back, lips parted on another moan, one of your hands coming down to grab at your ignored breast. You tease your nipple, drawing your bottom lip between your top lip as you ride him. You slowly change up your pattern, starting to grind your hips forward rather than just bouncing up and down and Stephen smiles. You were a giver in bed but had no problem seeking your own release when you wanted it. You were greedy and he loved that about you.
“You trying to find that good spot, Baby?” He teases, “Trying to rub that pretty clit against me?”
“It feels so good like this,” You say breathlessly, “And I’m so fuckin’ wet. It’s all over you.”
Stephen nods, “I know, I can feel. Gonna’ leave Daddy all sticky. Gonna’ smell you on me for the rest of the day.”
“Good,” You groan out, “Maybe all the little sluts that flirt with you during sparring classes will smell it too.”
He had made one off-hand comment about a student being inappropriate with him once, and you’d been pouting about it since. He didn’t mind.
Stephen reaches up and grabs your ponytail, tugging it roughly as he mutters, “You’re the only slut I pay any attention to. You know that.”
You peer down at him and throw back, “Doesn’t mean I can’t mark my territory.”
A growl rumbles in Stephen’s throat, “That’s right. I’m yours to mark, Baby Girl. This cock is yours to use. Gets you off whenever you need it, yeah?”
“Always,” You agree eagerly, “And it’s all mine. Only mine. None of your little fan girls even come close to me. None of them could take you the way I do, serve you the way I do, make you feel the way I make you feel.”
“Good fucking girl,” Stephen grunts out, giving your ass a harsh slap before reattaching his lips to the previously unattended nipple.
You give a pleased hum and ask, “Do you ever think about them? Ever think about their lips on you? Think about them sucking your cock or using them as a cock sleeve?” You hide your snarl as you ask, “Do you think they’d be as willing as I am?”
“Never,” He answers breathlessly, his fingers digging into your skin in an act as possessive as you sounded, “None of them could ever compare to you.”
Stephen smiles as your walls quiver around him, a desperate, “C’n I cum, Daddy?”
He pulls away just long enough to say, “Of course. You’ve been a good girl for me. You can cum.”
You don’t last a moment longer, your body tensing as an orgasm rocks through you. Stephen helps you continue your movement along his length with two strong hands on your hips. He smiles up at you, praising you through your release, telling you how good you were, how patient you’d been, how pretty you were when you came for him. The praise only intensifies your already leg-shaking orgasm.
“That’s my girl,” He whispers, “Take what you need. M’right here.”
You dig your fingers into his hair, letting your forehead fall to his shoulder, lips parted on a whine. You leave kisses where his collar-bones would be if the damned robes weren’t in the way. Fuck, you’d need him again tonight. All of him. You’d need every inch of his skin against yours to fully soothe the ungodly ache in your cunt. You were usually a horny wreck with him, but this was something else. You didn’t think one-hundred orgasms would do you in. You just needed more.
“Stephen, I want another,” You whine, “Need you to fuck another orgasm out of me.” He growls lowly at the admission, shoulders tensing slightly as you claw at his neck, “Want you to fuck me hard and play with my clit,” You reach up and tug on your nipples as you explain your need, panting against his shoulder from the stimulation. “Need you to cum inside me too. I’ll be a good girl, I’ll keep it all in. Sit in your lap and let you plug me up after the fact. Don’t care. Just need you to fuck me through another one now.”
Stephen hisses and demands, “Stop talking like a fucking slut before I blow too soon to give you what you want.”
You whimper, already starting to bounce up and down again, “M’sorry, but please. Please, Daddy, please. Need it so bad.”
“Fuck,” He groans in your ear, “God, I’m so fucking hard for you. My cock is throbbing,” He groans and you shiver at the sound, “Shit— it almost hurts. Don’t squeeze me so hard, Sweetheart.”
Before you can say another word, Stephen is standing. Your body is laid out over his desk, your legs instinctually wrapping around his waist. You stare up at him, his face hot and sheening with a thin layer of sweat, his hair a mess from all of your touching. Stephen took just as much pride in looking good as you did, and to see him so messy was a privilege. Especially when you were the reason he looked that way.
Stephen looks down to where the two of you are connected and curses under his breath, placing his hands on either side of you against the desk as he slowly slides out. He pulls out only enough to get a clear view of the base of his cock, his eyes rolling back when he sees the thick, white, creamy ring you’ve left behind. And that made sense. It made sense why you were feeling so needy, why your nipples were even more sensitive than normal, why your scent was so strong.
Stephen slowly slides back home, leaning his full body weight against you, causing you to groan. He cages your head with his arms and places his lips by your ear, his breaths ragged.
“You’re ovulating, Baby Girl.”
Your pussy clenches around him and he nods, “That’s right. Perfect time to fill you up and keep you plugged, just like you asked. Perfect time to get you all knocked up.” You keen at the idea, arching your back upward to rub your taught nipples against the rough fabric of his robes. “That’s what you want, yeah? Want Daddy to put a baby in you? Get you pregnant and spend the rest of my life caring for you and the little one?”
“S-Stepehen…” You stutter out, eyes rolling as he begins moving his hips, short, harsh thrusts that have you sliding up the desk.
“You wouldn’t have to go back to the real world if I did,” He continues, “Wouldn’t have to go to school get a job. Wouldn’t ever worry about anything again, Baby Girl. Daddy would take care of you, forever,” He ducks down and sucks on one of your nipples, a scream of delight following shortly after.
Stephen was so very far past caring if anyone heard. In fact, he hoped they did. What the fuck were they gonna’ do? Would it really be so bad if another Master or student walked in on him pleasing his girl?
“Fuck, I want that, Stephen,” You moan, your fingers back to pulling at his hair once more, “Want you to put a baby in me. Wanna’ carry your child.”
“Yeah?” He grunts, hammering his hips against your ass, an incredibly lewd noise echoing through the room, “Wanna’ tell everyone you’re gonna’ be a mom? Tell ‘em who got you pregnant? Show off to the world that you’re mine?”
You nod erratically, “God, yes. Want that so bad.”
“You’d look so pretty pregnant, Baby. I’d keep you nice and safe, bring you ‘round here every chance I got. Sit you down in the courtyard to sunbathe all day while I teach classes. Help you cool off with an ice bath afterward. Rub this pretty pussy and eat it right. Take you shopping for new clothes— for you and the kid. Hold you every chance I get. Show you off to anyone I can. Let ‘em see just how bad you needed me. Show ‘em how bad I needed you.”
Stephen feels the vein in his neck pop, his own daydreaming making it harder and harder to keep control. He reaches down and presses his thumb into your clit, letting the natural jostle of your body against the desk provide the friction. You moan, throwing your head back and reaching behind you, gripping the edge of the desk. Stephen takes this as permission to pound harder, several of the thrusts rough enough to slide the solid oak desk across the floor.
Stephen loses himself completely, not hearing a word of what he says as he mutters, “Gonna’ toss that fuckin’ birth control of yours in the trash. Then what? Then there’s nothing between you, me, and the life I want for us.”
Breathless and starry-eyed you mewl, “I want it too.”
Stephen’s heart hammers against his ribcage, his vision blurring as he goes tunnel-vision, only one thing on his mind.
“Fuck, yes. Take it. Hard and fast, just how you like it,” He pants, “Gotta’ get deep in there. Gotta’ flood every last inch of your pretty little pussy.”
“Mm, yes,” You roll your hips up to him, your eyes squeezing shut as liquid heat begins to pool in your core, “Fuck, Stephen, yes!”
“That’s it. That’s a good girl. Cum around me and milk my cock while you do. I’m ready for you, Baby Girl. Cum. Cum for me.”
You cum with a silent scream, head slamming back against the table, rattling pens and several artifacts that you’re certain are worth more than your life. But fuck, you couldn’t help it. It was bliss, pure bliss. You could feel every atom of your being this time as you came, and that only intensified the pleasure of feeling Stephen’s release flood into you. On top of that, his hips were still moving, his strokes more staccato, but just as powerful.
“Oh… shit,” He whines.
Whines.
Doctor Stephen Strange whines.
“Fuck, Baby Girl. There’s so much. I was so full for you,” He huffs, dropping his head to your chest as he continues thrusting, “Fuck, fuck, fuck… can’t stop. S’too much. Can’t stop cumming.”
You groan at the desperation in his voice a clear sign that his ecstasy matched your own. Your abdomen trembles as Stephen runs his lips along your naked skin, one hand leaving its post by your head to tug at the material of your dress. He needed something to ground him, anything, or at this rate, he’d pass out right there on top of you.
“Oh, God…” You groan, squirming beneath him, “S’much, Stephen. I can’t…” You finally reach up and pry his lips away from your skin, cradling his face in your hands as you soothe, “It’s alright. Keep going. Get me nice n’ full like you promised.” He can’t help but turn his head to the side, trying to nip at your thumb. You give him a stern look and intentionally squeeze your walls around his finally softening cock in warning, “Easy.”
He huffs, his eyes still clouded with lust, his gaze nearly animalistic. Something in his eyes is different; Something darker than what you’re used to seeing. Maybe it should scare you, maybe you should be concerned, but you aren’t. All you feel is security, a promise that for this moment he feels the same way for you that you feel for him.
Stephen’s back heaves as he stares down at you, his arms the only thing propping up his weight. You reach up and gently rub at his shoulders, fighting through your own haze to comfort him in the way he so often comforted you.
“You okay, Steph?” You ask softly, moving one hand up to the side of his face. He nods curtly, his throat bobbing. You nod back and smile kindly, “What do you need? You need to sit down, Old Man?”
He huffs out a laugh, his breath hot against your skin, and rolls his eyes, but nods his agreement. You nod back and move to sit up, but he keeps you in place. He carefully wedges his arm between you and the desk, pulling you up to his chest. Slowly, he stands, your legs still wrapped tight around his waist, and arms loosely around his neck. He lowers you both back into the chair and leans his head back, closing his eyes.
“Can I do anything for you, Stephen?” You ask, “Do you need some water? A fan?”
He chuckles softly, “You think I’m going through menopause or something?”
You shake your head, “No. Just offering what you would normally offer me…” You smile sheepishly, “Guess I’m not as good at reading you as you are at reading me.”
He cracks open one eye and reassures, “You’re perfect. In every way. I just don’t need any of that. Just need to sit here with you and calm down. My blood is still pumping.”
You roll your lips together and oh so gently roll your hips from side to side, “I can feel that.”
He squeezes your ass gently and demands, “Behave.”
“Yes, sir.” You hesitate before asking, “Round two tonight?”
He peers down at you, bright blue eyes once again clear with soft emotion as he says, “Obviously.”
a/n pt. 2: hey guys!! i'm so happy to be back and posting a bit more regularly.
however, because of my extended hiatus, i'm having trouble getting traction again. if you feel comfortable doing so, i would so appreciate a reblog. a comment, a gif, a tag of your favorite line. anything helps. much love to you all <3 can't wait to hear what you think.
Synopsis: Defender is having a rough day and his wife comes to help him to relax.
Word Count: 5,9k
Warnings: SMUT: Thigh riding, blow job, cum eating, p n v sex, creampie.
A/N: It's finally here! It took me a long time to finish this one and I really hope it's worth the wait. I made it very romantic and although it had already appeared in some of my headcanons, seeing Eric inspired me with the glasses thing and is Vincent in the pic, but I can only see Defender in it so bare with me and have a nice reading ;)
The sound of approaching footsteps in the hallway informed Stephen that he was no longer alone in the Sanctum. He thought he heard the creaking of a portal and now the sound of boots on the floor confirmed it. Sighing, he closed the huge old book he was reading and took off his glasses, placing them on the desk and pressing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.
Defender Strange was having a rough day, to say the least. It was actually a rough week that came right after a terrible mission. It seemed that the problems were piling up and he could no longer keep up with them, much less solve them before another one came up. To make matters worse, in addition to the feeling of helplessness he felt with each new impossible situation that was brought to him hoping he would magically find a solution for them, he also felt guilty for being so busy the last few days that he could barely pay attention to his pregnant wife.
The recently discovered pregnancy had been quite a surprise and was definitely not planned, but Stephen was happy with it, he just wished it had happened at a calmer time, but then again, there would ever be some calmer time in his life since he took on the position of Sorcerer Supreme and leader of the Defenders? Of course not.
The sound of footsteps got closer then stopped and Stephen heard a soft knock on the door to which he responded with a quick "Come in."
Wong entered the room with an expression in his face that told Stephen the master was bringing bad news.
"Tell me" Defender asked, putting on his glasses again and rummaging through the desk drawers for the pack of painkillers he had left there days before. It was true to say that excessive work combined with worries and poor diet over the last few days were contributing to his migraines. This time he decided to take a pill as soon as the first symptoms appeared in the hope of being spared of another terrible one.
Upon finding the pack, he took the pill and got up, heading towards the small corner table where he left a bottle of whiskey and two glasses arranged on a tray. He poured a dose and took it in one gulp along with the pill while listening to Wong explaining how preparations for the next mission had been halted because two of the masters who were supposed to go with the Defenders ended up injured in a battle against an interdimensional entity that had been released into the Kamar Taj by a curious student.
"I'm afraid we'll have to postpone it or else..."
Wong didn't finish what he was going to say, but Stephen added, "I'll have to go."
Wong sighed "It's been a rough few days for sure, but things will calm down like they always do."
Defender sat down again and pointed to the book he was reading "I haven't found any spell that can repair the damage caused by Nightmare in the passages of the Dream Realm. If we can't fix that we will have more problems in our world and that is something that I cannot allow. Lives have already been lost."
"It was not your fault." Wong stated and then suggested the same thing that Stephen had spent all afternoon considering.
"Perhaps it is time to request an audience with the Vishanti. You are the Sorcerer Supreme and only you can do it."
He nodded, "I don't think there will be any other alternative, but in any case I will continue my research into the night. Why would I rest, right?" He said bitterly and watched Wong's lips form a thin line.
"I feel like I'm failing you, my friend, especially at this time when your personal life is changing."
"But a Sorcerer Supreme must place his duties above his personal life, Wong. You know this very well because you were the one who told me this so many times." Defender responded dryly and then shook his head and spoke again in a calmer voice. "I'm sorry. You're a good mentor and a great friend, Wong. You've never failed me. You never could."
Wong nodded but pressed the issue "Strange, you need to take care of your pregnant wife. She needs you now more than ever."
Stephen ran his hand over his face, sighing heavily. "And how do you suggest I do that while jumping from mission to mission, meeting to meeting, and spending days and nights studying magic books in this office?"
Wong's answer was firm and decisive, "You need to delegate some tasks, Strange. These books, I can take them to the Kamar Taj with me and have them examined by our librarian. If anything important is found, you will be notified. Regarding the mission... I can go in your place if you wish."
Stephen shook his head "You belong at the Kamar Taj, Wong. The place would be a mess without you."
"Do you have a better idea? Besides, Master Hamir can take care of the place in my absense;." Wong insisted. "You already said you don't trust anyone else to do the job. Let me take over this mission and you can have some calmer days to rest."
Stephen knew his friend was right and no matter how much his pride and sense of duty said no, he ended up giving in.
"Fine, but I'll stick with the books tonight. I doubt I'll be able to sleep anyway. You can come get them by the morning."
Wong nodded "I will immediately return to the Kamar Taj to finish the preparations."
"What about the student?"
"Oh, he'll be punished. Don't worry."
Defender nodded watching Wong leave the office and close the door. The footsteps moved further away until they disappeared and the Sanctum was once again plunged into complete silence. IStephen sighed feeling the tiredness of the day hitting him. His eyes felt heavy as he tried to return to his reading, but it wasn't sleep that afflicted him, but an exhaustion so great that it seemed to consume him. He turned his attention back to his books, anyway, and barely noticed the hours passing by.
...
The Sanctum was plunged into darkness when you got home from work and you wondered if Stephen was still at the Kamar Taj at that hour. It was way past 8pm and you were working overtime almost everyday of the week since last week. It was safe to say that the last few weeks had been challenging for you as much it had been for your husband, but although you said everything was okay and that you understood, you knew he blamed himself for spending so little time with you, especially now that you found out about the pregnancy.
It was recent. Your belly wasn’t showing yet and you hadn't told anyone. Not even your parents knew because you wanted to complete your first trimester before telling the news. Stephen had promised that he would try to spend more time with you, but since then so many things had been happening and demanding his immediate attention that it had become impossible for him to keep his promise and although you said you understood, you knew he blamed himself.
You went straight up to your room, took a shower and changed into comfortable pajamas before looking for Stephen around the Sanctum and finally finding him in his office leaning over one of his huge books reading until exhaustion.
He tried to smile at you when you opened the door, but you could clearly see that he was not well, tiredness taking over every expression on his beautiful face, his always blue eyes, now darkened behind the lenses of his reading glasses.
"Don't tell me you spent all day here." You said, already knowing the answer.
"Pretty much." He replied sheepishly watching you approach, but instead of sitting in one of the chairs facing him, you walked around the desk and stood next to him waiting for him to turn around and then bending down to kiss him. You tasted whiskey on his lips which wasn't a good sign. Stephen only drank if he was very happy or very upset.
"Tell me how your day was, baby." He said before you had time to ask anything.
You grimaced, “Tiring and boring, but okay.”
He chuckled, "I guess that sums mine up too. Don't we make quite a pair?"
You nodded, watching him bring his hand to your belly and gently feel it. "And the baby?"
You smiled, "You know it's too early for me to feel anything, right? But overall I think it's okay. The morning sickness is killing me though."
He nodded, bending forward and placing a small kiss on your belly that made your heart flutter in your chest.
"I know I've been really busy the last few days, but I promise things will calm down." He said looking away as if he felt too guilty to look at you. You cupped his face and lifted his chin making him look at you.
"Stephen, it's okay. I get it. We've been together long enough for me to understand how things work." You assured "Besides, I have been working a lot too."
"I made you a promise..." He started to say, but you interrupted him by placing your index finger on his lip.
"I won't hold it against you, baby. I knew full well what I was getting myself into when I married the Sorcerer Supreme. It's not a job you drop anytime you want and get vacations from."
He allowed himself a sigh and you realized how much he needed to hear those words. In fact, looking at him closely you noticed how much more tired he seemed, how dark circles were appearing under his eyes and the lines on his forehead seemed deeper.
"Did you eat something?" You asked, again, already knowing the answer. He just shook his head.
"You've barely slept lately, Stephen. You know you need to rest or your body will end up forcing you to stay in bed one way or another." You said as your hand tugged on his hair tie and let his soft hair fall down his shoulders in a cascade of dark and silver strands.
"I care about you, baby." You confessed, placing the hair tie on your wrist and combing the strands with your fingers, gently undoing the knots. That small gesture that you had already repeated countless times was always enough to disarm him and as you expected, he hummed contently and moved the chair away from the desk, enough to pull you by the wait waist to position you in front of him. You straddled one of his thighs and he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and leaned forward to kiss you harder this time. You cupped his face feeling your body melt before him and your stomach turned in that specific way that only he made you feel.
When you broke the kiss he glanced at you from behind the lenses of his glasses and you smiled "You look super cute with glasses, you know that?"
He blushed and instinctively reached to take them off as if only at that moment he had realized that he was wearing them in front of you, but you stopped him and kissed him again, feeling his hands return to your waist and the sensation in your stomach increased. You buried your face in his neck admitting. "I miss you, baby. You've barely touched me this last week and I know it's not your fault, but I really miss it."
"I know. I miss you too. Come here, kiss me."
You kissed him hard, your fingers immediately tangling themselves in his hair and a soft moan escaped his throat. The sound made you lose your composure. Without you realizing exactly what you were doing, your hips began to move back and forth, riding his muscular thigh and desperately looking for some friction.
You and Stephen had an amazing sex life and you weren't used to going without sex for a long time and eight days was a lot for you. You needed him like air to breathe and your body searched for him instinctively.
He sighed contentedly as his hands slid from your waist to your bare thighs, his fingers digging into the soft fat there helping you move.
"You know I wasn't absent for lack of desire, don't you? I was just very tired." Stephen made a point of explaining and you smiled and bit your lower lip as you increased the movements of your hips and a moan escaped your lips. "I know. But I can help you relax a little if you let me."
Stephen nodded, raising one of his hands to your ass and squeezing your cheek as he lifted your chin and made you look into his eyes while grinding yourself shamelessly in his thigh. "I'm sure you can, but right now it seems like you're more interested in seeking your own pleasure, right?"
You knew he was just teasing. Stephen's altruism extended to bed as well. He was always more concerned about satisfying you than satisfying himself.
"Its been too long" You complained. "I spent the whole week thinking about making love to you. You barely slept by side this week. I even tried to resolve the issue myself, but I couldn't cum, it's as if my body refused to have pleasure without you there."
Stephen eyes glanced at you in complete awe "That's so beautiful, baby. You have no idea how happy you make me by telling me this."
"But now I want to make you relax, to give a little bit of a special attention to my beloved husband." You insisted, cupping his face and moaning again, but contradicting what you just said, you started to move faster, rotating your hips and looking for the delicious pressure that Stephen's thigh muscle provided on your clit and feeling yourself getting wetter between your legs, the wetness soaking his pants and making him hiss in pure surprise and satisfaction.
"It's okay love, you know I love providing pleasure for you. You have no idea how hard I am right now." He confessed lacing his fingers in your hair and tugging then a little bit.
"You're going to show me, aren't you? Tell me what you want me to do to make you feel better, baby."
Stephen smiled humming contemplatively to himself. "You're already doing it."
Resting both hands on Stephen's shoulders, you forced yourself against him, increasing the intensity of the friction and moaning, surrendering to your pleasure and a wave of heat took over you as your body found the ecstasy you were so desperately looking for.
Stephen kissed you passionately, his tongue searching for yours, sucking it lightly. He broke the kiss with a teasing bite on your lower lip and when you finally opened your eyes and allowed yourself to look at him there was a beautiful smile on his face that showed perfect teeth while also showing the crow's feet around his eyes. God, your man was so handsome.
"Satisfied?" He teased to which you immediately shook your head.
"Not until I make you forget all your worries."
"And who said I'm worried?" He replied, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand.
"The whiskey I tasted in your tongue."
He hummed "You know me way too much for me to lie to you, isn't it?"
"I don't even know why you try." You said, placing a strand of hair behind his ear.
"Want to tell me about it? I know there's not much I can do to help, but I can listen. You don't have to be the leader of the Defenders or the Sorcerer Supreme when you're with me. You can be just Stephen."
He listened silently glancing at you with tenderness and then nodded "I thank you every day for that." He said and then smiled and you noticed a slight flush in his cheeks. "I know it's cheesy to say this, but I really am a lucky man to have you as my wife, Y/n. I could never ask for a better woman."
You smiled broadly. You were used to your husband's constant compliments and it was safe to say that although he wasn't given to public displays of affection, behind close doors he was the most affectionate man in the world.
"Maybe it's a little cheesy, but I never get tired of hearing you say it." You confessed, getting up from his lap and feeling your face heat up when you saw the wet circle on his pants.
"Let's go to bed. You need to rest." You said, taking his hand and pulling lightly, hoping he would agree easily, but he didn't move a muscle and shoot you an apologetical glance.
"I promised Wong I would finish this tonight."
You sighed "Stephen..."
"I know, but Wong will take my place on the next mission and that will give me a few days off to rest. I promise things will be calmer and we will have plenty of time for both of us."
You smiled, surrendering to his charm, but not completely convinced.
"Sounds good, but it doesn't change the fact that you need some rest tonight." You said looking angrily at the gigantic books on his desk as if they were your most hated enemies and then you smiled to yourself "Perhaps... I think I can help you with that."
"With my reading?" He asked, knowing full well that it wasn't what you meant.
But you just smile, pushing his chair back to give you more space and kneeling between his legs. The act itself was self-explanatory and Stephen let out a satisfied groan.
"Will you give me your mouth, baby girl?" He asked with a dose of extra sweetness in his voice.
You bit your lower lip feeling your heart flutter with the pet name. "Do you want it?"
"Always." Defender replied watching you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. The gesture was enough to make his dick throb.
"You're so hard, Stephen." You said taking it in your hands. His cock was so beautiful, big and thick, veiny with a red tip. There was a drop of precum leaking from his slit and you licked it slowly, letting it stick to your tongue in a string and then sucking it into your mouth.
"You did this to me, baby. Seeing you ride my thigh left me like this." He said caressing your face and moving his fingers down to your chin, lifting your face to make you look directly at him. "You are so beautiful. From the moment I met you I knew I would be yours."
You smiled and as if you wanted to prove to him that he was right, you gave a slow and long lick on the back of his cock ending with a light suck on the sensitive head and you kept your eyes locked with his all the time. He moaned and his hips jolted against your mouth involuntarily. You placed light kisses on the side of his length, teasing him.
"Such a tease..." He whimpered, giving in to the desire. "I need to be inside your mouth. I want to feel the heat, the wetness. Such a sweet mouth."
You surrendered to his pleas and took him into your mouth, sucking him slowly and bobbing your head up and down while swirling your tongue around him to give him maximum pleasure.
Maybe Stephen didn't know, maybe he was so selfless that he lacked the ability to understand that you loved him just the same. That he was worthy of being loved in that proportion and even more.
He considered himself the luckiest man in the world to have you in his life, but you knew that in reality, you were the lucky one to have the love of a man so decent, so courageous and most importantly, so caring and attentive.
His moans filled the room and reached your ears like music as you pleasured him slowly, rotating your hand along what you couldn't take in your mouth without gagging.
"So good to me, baby... doing so good to me." He muttered softly almost as if speaking to himself.
You let go of his cock to use both hands to brush your hair out of your face and twist it into a bun and then direct one of Stephen's hands to your head to keep it there. Stephen complied by grabbing your hair in a fistful, but he didn't push, he just accepted what was being given to him willingly.
You returned your attention to your work, working your mouth and tongue along the entire length of his cock, stopping only to draw a breath of air into your lungs and then returning to pleasure him.
"Oh baby it's so good." He said as his dick pulsed in your mouth. "Can I cum in your mouth?" He asked. He always asked even if the answer was always yes.
You hummed positively feeling the weight of his other hand on your head and hot cum filling your mouth as he moaned and gasped for air. "Oh baby..." He let out a loud groan when you took him out of your mouth. "Fuck, such a sweet mouth. You are so good to me." He said caressing your cheek affectionately. "This was amazing. Thank you."
You gulped his cum down unceremoniously and responded with a proud smile as you put his cock back inside his pants. You stood up, taking his hand again and pulling him to stand up too, but he gave you that apologetical look again making you roll your eyes.
"I know you don't want to leave here before you finish your work, but we can stay. Your office is comfortable enough. I just need you and I think you need me too."
He hesitated for a moment, but then something in your face, probably the way you batted your eyelashes at him, made him chuckle and get up from the chair.
"You know you can get anything from me when you give me that look, don't you?" He said pinching your cheek.
"Anything? Really?" You confirmed.
"Anything." He said wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly. "Then leave work for later and make love to me."
Stephen hummed allowing himself to be pulled across the room. There was a small two-seater recamier in front of the unlit fireplace and that was exactly where you led him.
The night was particularly cold so Stephen lit the fireplace with a quick and almost imperceptible gesture of his fingers and in the same way he locked the door to his office. At the beginning of your relationship he tried not to use magic in front of you, but now, years later, you were used to small things like this.
You touched his face and pulled him to your lips, kissing him like you haven't done it in days, hungrily, thirstily and most of all passionately. And oh, how he loved it when you kissed him like that.
Your hands began to unbuckle his belts and he let himself be undressed slowly, piece by piece while you devoured him with your eyes. There was something about the passion with which you looked at him that made him feel like the luckiest man on earth.
Stephen never had trouble getting a lay. Women used to throw themselves into his arms in the days when he worked as a surgeon at the hospital and he had fucked pretty much every woman that worked there, but none of that could be compared to what he had with you. You were the first woman Stephen made love to. And before, he swore that the term was nothing more than a silly romanticization of sex, but you changed his mind. You changed him completely and he knew that no sex in the world could compare to making love with someone who truly loves you.
"What is it?" You asked, probably noticing the way he looked at you as you helped him get rid of his underwear, leaving him completely naked for you. Your eyes left his for a second to see what you should already know. He was ready for you again. In fact, there was no way he wouldn't be when your eyes seemed to burn his skin with desire.
"I love you, Y/n. I know I've said this a million times, but I..."
You kissed him again, interrupting him and then nodded "And I love you. You have no idea how in love I am with you and every day I feel like I love you more."
He smiled feeling your hand running down his chest and going to where he needed you most at that moment. You grabbed him and pumped him slowly up and down and he cupped your face with both hands resting his forehead on yours "These hands..."
You just smiled, squeezing your hand around him a little tighter and then gently pushing him to sit down and proceeding to undress yourself for him. You were so beautiful. Your hair, Your eyes, the shape of your body, everything was so inviting.
You started by taking off your pajama top. You weren't wearing anything underneath it, so he was treated to the wonderful view of your breasts, the nipples hardened by the cold night air. You caressed one of your breasts to tease him, knowing full well how much he loved them. Then you reached down and took off your shorts and panties, quickly kicking them to the side on the floor and walked over to him with a proud smile on your lips.
You knew. You knew exactly what the sight of your naked body did to your husband and you liked it.
"Come here, baby. Let me touch you. You said you miss my touch." He said.
You nodded holding the hand he extended to you and straddling his thighs.
You took both hands to the temples of his glasses and gently took them off and put them on with a smile plastered on your face. Stephen couldn't help his own smile.
"What do you think?" You asked with a cute pout.
"Charming. It looks much better on you than it does on me, that's for sure."
You shook your head, removing the glasses and placing them to the side. "I like you with glasses, even though you don't like me to see you wearing them."
Stephen stroked your cheek. "I'm a vain man. It's hard to accept that I have to wear them, let alone that you see me with them."
"Silly." You said, leaning in to kiss him and Stephen wasted no time, he needed to be inside you. He missed you as much as you missed him.
He spat into his hand and rubbed the saliva over the red, extremely sensitive head and directed it towards your entrance. You both moaned loudly as you let yourself sink down onto his cock, the penetration easy but tight. Stephen loved how you felt so warm and wet around him, it felt so good. To be inside you always felt like home.
There was nothing in the world that compared to the feeling of having Stephen inside you. He was big, thick, but not only that, he was the love of your life.
His hands grabbed your waist as you began to move slowly, rotating your hips sensually and feeling him fill every inch of you. You closed your eyes and increased the pace, your hand seeking support on his shoulder, the other twisting a nipple between your fingers.
"Just like that, baby. You look so beautiful riding me like this. Feels so good."
He pulled you to his lips and kissed you hard, his hips thrusting up which made you moan between his lips. He brought one hand between you and started circling your clit with it which made your entire body shake on top of his and he hummed in satisfaction. "So sensitive. Tell me, was it that touch you were missing so much?"
You nodded vehemently "Oh yes" You responded increasing the pace of your hips as you moved up and down, fucking him, but it didn't feel like It was enough, you needed more.
"Baby please..." You murmured between countless tireless kisses "...need more."
He immediately held your waist and started thrusting up, going deep and giving you the relief you wanted. A little scream left your lips as he reached that special spot inside you.
"Yes, yes, yes..." You screamed amid the sound of your bodies colliding "Oh my god, baby..." But he interrupted your cries with a hungry kiss as he held you tight in his arms and got up dragging you to the floor. Your back touched the plush rug and his lips trailed down your chin and neck until they found their destination on your breasts. He held them with both trembling hands as he sucked one nipple and then the other and gave small bites to your skin, hiding his face between them and moaning as he did so.
"Stephen..." You begged and he surrendered. He directed his dick back to your entrance and slowly penetrated you, burying his face in the crook of your neck while your legs were intertwined behind his back and he began to thrust slowly, but putting more strength and intensity with each thrust until he reached a hard rhythm.
You wrapped your arm around his back, nails digging into his flesh while the other got lost in the sea of dark and silver hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands, pulling them with each thrust that was quickly taking you to your limit.
Your moans right in his ear and your fingers tugging at his hair in rhythm with each thrust were triggers that were driving Stephen to his limit. He could feel his balls tightening, his cock was pulsing deliciously and he didn't want to fight it. He was in paradise, lost between your legs he felt like the happiest man in the world. He searched for your lips and kissed you hard feeling your walls contract around him.
"Baby tell me you're close" He asked between your lips and you nodded.
"Yes baby, so close. No need to hold it. Just give it to me." You said between desperate kisses on his lips. You knew him so well, he even needed to tell you that he was about to cum. You simply knew how to read all the signs on his body.
Stephen moaned loudly surrendering to his own pleasure. He gave three more strong thrusts and then stopped, burying his face in your neck and moaning deliciously in your ear. The sound was the ultimate trigger that launched you straight into your high as you felt him filling you with hot cum and your walls contracted around him as your legs trembled beneath him.
"Oh baby I love you." He whispered in your ear before allowing himself to look at you. There was a beautiful smile on his lips and tenderness in his blue eyes. All the tiredness you saw in them seemed to have disappeared.
...
The Sanctum was dark and silent when Wong stepped through the portal into the main hall. However, the light emanating through Defender's office door showed that the Sorcerer Supreme was still engrossed in his tireless work.
That made Wong sigh. A man needed to recognize that he was just a man and needed rest like any other human being.
Wong devoted himself to the duty that brought him there in the first place and was about to leave when he decided to beg Stephen to go to sleep. He knocked and waited. The sorcerer's voice came soon after.
"Yes."
Wong tried the handle, but the door was locked, which was strange.
"Can I come in?" He asked and when he heard a chuckle coming from the room he understood.
"I don't think it would be appropriate at the moment." Defender replied and another chuckle was heard. "Is it something important? Give me two minutes. I'll meet you in the lounge."
Wong smiled to himself. All his worries melting away. "No. It's okay. I talked to everyone involved and we managed to work out the latest plans for the mission. We'll leave tomorrow night. I'll keep you informed. Take the opportunity to rest, Stephen."
He turned to leave and then he heard Y/n's familiar voice "Good night, Wong."
"Indeed, my dear." He muttered to himself opening a portal back to Kamar Taj. The Sorcerer Supreme would be fine as long as he had his wife to make sure that happened."
...
"He's going to be traumatized." You said, laughing softly.
Although the night was cold, the heat coming from the fireplace combined with the heavy blanket Stephen had conjured and his own body heat were more than enough to keep you warm.
He was lying with his back on the rug and his arm extended to support your shoulders. Your legs were tangled with his lazily.
"He should be pretty used to it by now." He responded caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. "He was worried about me, just like you. That's why he offered to go on the mission in my place."
You nodded, lifting your head to stare at him. "I know things get difficult sometimes, but you need to learn to delegate, Stephen. Especially now."
"I know." He sighed and you noticed how he looked less tired now. You didn’t really think you could save him of all his problems, but it was undeniable that he felt better when he spent quality time with you.
"He knows." Stephen confessed.
You smirked knowing exactly what he was talking about. "I thought we agreed to keep it a secret until the end of the first trimester."
He nodded. "I needed to tell him. Wong is my best friend and my right-hand man. He helps me manage this madness that is Kamar Taj. He needed to know and besides, I know you two are going to be okay and I can't wait to see it growing inside of you." He said, lowering his hand to your belly and keeping it there.
"Still, I'd rather wait before telling anyone else. Promise me you won't tell anyone else."
"I promise."
You smiled "Are you really happy with it? I know we weren't planning on it."
"I'm very happy. And terrified." He said chuckling and you cupped his face and kissed him.
"Me too. But I know we can do this because we have each other."
Stephen nodded and tilted his head up to kiss you again, this time harder and then turned around putting you underneath him, his hips pushing his way between your legs, his face lost in the sea of your hair taking a deep breath and then kissing you again .
"You're like medicine to me, you know? It's incredible how you can make me feel better when I'm having a hard day. I was on the verge of a terrible migraine, but now I'm cured."
You held his face in your hands and smiled proudly "It's good to know that I have such power over the great Sorcerer Supreme."
He kissed you and lightly bit your lower lip "You have no idea" He said grounding his fast hardening cock against your core, which made you moan softly into his lips.
"Again?" You confirmed, watching him bring a hand between you. He rubbed himself a few times and then entered you again.
“Fuck yes.” He responded with a groan.
It seemed that the books had been long forgotten.
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Hey guys, im so sorry about my recent abcesnce, writing bad been slow nd im so disappointed in myself i’ve got so many ideas i just cant seem to write them down, i promise this silence will be over soon <3
Synopsis: When Y/n attends a doctor's appointment she ends up discovering something about Stephen's past. At night, desire and reason wage a battle that both she and Stephen cannot fight against.
Word Count: 11,3k
Warnings: SMUT: Fingering, oral sex with male and female receiving, cum eating.
A/N: This one is very long but I had a very nice time writing it. I really hope you guys enjoy it and have a nice reading ;) - Also I was very tired while editing this one so any typos os grammar mistakes will be fixed later.
SERIES MASTERLIST
Stephen had no idea what he was doing. He didn't know how to cook. He barely knew how to make coffee and tea, but he needed to have something ready to offer you when you woke up. So he got up and went straight to the kitchen to try his luck preparing breakfast. However, his attempt was frustrated when the eggs began to stick to the bottom of the pan and the bacon, forgotten in the fire, turned to charcoal.
"Shit" He cursed, turning off the heat and using the napkin to try to remove any evidence of smoke from the kitchen. "Okay, plan B." He said throwing the napkin on the stove and resorting to the sling ring in the pocket of his pants. He was about to open a portal when he heard Wong and America's voices approaching.
"What's that smell?" America said as they entered the kitchen. She looked from Stephen to the stove and back to him. "Were you trying to cook?"
He sighed, returning the sling ring to his pocket.
"How many times have I told you to stay out of my kitchen, Strange?" Wong scolded, taking a good look around and then pointed to the frying pan. "Was that supposed to be bacon?"
"It's my kitchen. I'm the master of this Sanctum and yes, it was supposed to be bacon, but I forgot it in the fire because I was trying to cook the eggs..."
America sat at the table and looked at him for a second. "This is so weird. Why are you acting so weird? And since when do you try to cook?"
Wong moved his fingers and immediately the remnants of Stephen's attempt to make breakfast disappeared. The smell also disappeared. "What does she eat?"
"Wait, who?" America asked and then smiled openly. “Does Y/n here?”
"He wouldn't try to make breakfast for himself." Wong confirmed. “He would rather starve.”
Stephen rested his hands on his hips, running his tongue around the corner of his mouth. "It's not what you’re thinking."
America grimaced. "Oh, gross."
"It's nothing like that. I picked her up at a party and we talked and it got late. That's all."
Wong smirked, clearly unconvinced. Somehow he had already started making a batter that Stephen thought was pancakes. The eggs were already scrambled and ready to go in the frying pan and the bacon slices were already arranged in the other frying pan. Of course he used magic to cook, but Stephen didn't even know how to do that. He never understood the cooking spells books.
"I have no idea what she eats..." He admitted.
"I'm sure she'll be satisfied. She doesn't seem very demanding..." Wong said without a trace of humor.
Stephen frowned at the comment, but decided not to say anything. Instead he turned to America.
"How are things at Kamar Taj? Have you learned anything special that you want to show me?"
"Boring." The girl replied, "But my portals are more stable, and Wong let me read the astral projection books."
Stephen nodded turning to face Wong. "Is she ready for this yet?"
"No, but she's impatient and stubborn, much like someone I know." Wong responded. He was finishing preparing the eggs and bacon and starting to fry the pancakes.
The corners of Stephen's lips turned up in a discreet smile. "I'm sure she can handle it, then."
America smiled proudly.
...
When you opened your eyes, you had to make an effort to understand where you were, but little by little the memories of last night came back to you and you felt your heart racing in your chest. Your hand felt the mattress next to you, finding only empty space where Stephen once was and you understood that you were alone in the room.
You smiled to yourself while a movie played in your head and without thinking about what you were doing, you hugged his pillow and brought it to your nose, breathing in his delicious smell into your lungs. It was fresh, like some kind of herb scent you couldn’t identify. You decided you loved that smell.
Everything was so surreal, but at the same time it felt so right. Every kiss, every touch, and that orgasm... Even though you felt blushing, you didn't feel like you had done anything wrong, quite the opposite. And you wanted more. So much more. You wanted to experience everything with him, give yourself completely to him. Somehow you felt like everything made sense now. You never found anyone to lose your virginity to because in reality it was always Stephen.
It took a few minutes for you to finally get up and you were leaving the bathroom, dressed in your dress and boots when Stephen entered the room.
"Hey, good morning." He said, approaching you and kissing you softly as if you had already done that a million times.
"Good morning" You said into his lips. "I used your toothbrush again."
Stephen smirked "Hmm, I can get used to this."
"Hmm, you're so responsive." He whispered in your ear and then stepped away smirking, pleased to see you falling apart for him.
"Maybe you should." You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss him properly now and his tongue tasted like coffee and toothpaste.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and broke the kiss only to tuck his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. Not satisfied, he rubbed his goatee on your skin and finished with a little bite on your earlobe, making your entire body tremble. He was such a tease, you thought.
"Breakfast is ready." He informed casually. "Wong and America are back. They're waiting for us downstairs."
You needed a minute to recover from the state he left you in so you could finally think straight.
"Stephen... I don't know if it's a good idea. Wong..."
"He made you breakfast. He has his reservations because of the age difference, but he's on our side, sweetheart. Both are."
You seemed to think for a second.
"Or I can take you home now, like I promised." He offered but you could see the disappointment in his expressions. You shook your head taking his hand in yours.
"No, it's okay. I'm starving and I'm not looking forward to leave you, anyway."
"Me neither." He confessed kissing you. “I feel like a teenager. Don’t want to let you go.”
You smiled feeling your heart flutter in your chest. You were understanding little by little that that feeling would be an usual thing from now on.
You couldn't say that you ever imagined sitting at the table having breakfast with Wong knowing that he knew you and Stephen were together. It was kind of a dream come true, but at the same time it was scary too. Wong was scaring. He didn't hide the way he looked at you and Stephen. America also didn't make a point of hiding the smile on her face and you began to realize that both of them had joined the dots and reached the very obvious conclusion that you were Stephen had slept together. Well, you had slept together, but the term usually implied that you had had sex, but you hadn't. Not exactly. Well, everything was a bit confusing at the moment.
"America told me you have a show scheduled for tonight." Stephen said, breaking the silence that was starting to get awkward. "You hadn't told me anything."
In fact, you had completely forgotten. Ever since Stephen took you to the Sanctum, everything outside seemed to have ceased to exist.
"I forgot to mention. I actually have a rehearsal this afternoon. It's a big avenue, I'm excited to see how it goes."
Stephen smiled reassuringly at you, clearly noticing the nervousness in your voice. “I’m sure you’re going to be great.”
"Thank you.” You smiled “You guys should come. I'd love to have some familiar faces in the audience." You added.
"I would love to..." Stephen started to say, but was quickly cut off by Wong.
"But he will have to decline because we have work to do."
"Come on Wong, it's Sunday." America complained. "Stephen just got back."
"And that's why he has a lot to do." Wong completed and then returned to you "You'll see that dating a master of the mystical arts is not as advantageous as you think, Miss Y/l/n. Especially one his age."
You could notice a slight blush on Stephen's cheeks, that’s why you were firm in your answer. "I am very grateful for everything you guys do to protect us, Wong, and I am prepared for the challenges that await me."
Stephen smirked, but soon turned his attention to America who was whispering about the possibility of going to the show.
Wong pretended not to notice and turned to you again "What about your family? I don't believe Stark will be satisfied with this new arrangement."
"It's not an arrangement, it's a relationship, Wong" Stephen corrected.
"We agreed that we'll wait to tell Tony. It's still too early, but I'm sure he'll understand." You said trying to sound confident, but deep down you were terrified with the idea.
Wong didn't say anything else and you had the strange feeling of being in an interview, as if Wong wanted to know if you were good enough or weren't going to cause problems for Stephen. The situation was awkward, but the idea of Wong caring about Stephen was pleasant, after all you knew Stephen had no family besides Wong and America.
...
“Have a nice show” Stephen said as you walked through the portal to your room.
"You are not going?" The disappointment in your voice was palpable which made him smile.
"I promise I'll try." He said threatening to close the portal.
"Stephen..."
He waited for what you had to say, but you actually didn't have anything specific to say, you just wanted to spend a few more seconds in his presence.
"I really loved last night." You confessed, feeling your cheeks blush.
He smirked seeming visibly relieved.
"I know you're insecure about what we did, but I enjoyed having that moment with you and... I really want to have more of that, of everything."
He nodded and his smile widened into a cute sideways smile.
"Me too, sweetheart. Me too."
"Bye then. Hope to see you tomorrow."
"You will. One way or another."
...
The days that followed were a torment. You were on fire inside, but you needed to pretend everything was normal. You needed to contain all that euphoria and act as if nothing was happening and of course you were failing miserably.
Your life was changing for the better. College was going very well, your band, that you always saw as something condemned to failure, was having success and recognition that you never dreamed it would have, your show on the biggest avenue you've ever played was a real hit - it could have been better if Stephen had been there to see you, but unfortunately it wasn't possible as he explained - and most important of all, you and Stephen were together and even though everything had to be hidden, you were more than happy about it. It was a dream come true.
It was a Wednesday morning and you were having breakfast with Nat, Tony - who had returned from the mission the day before - and Pepper. You were late for college, but you had decided it wouldn't hurt to miss the first class of the morning since you were way ahead of your class anyway. You hadn't been able to see Stephen since Sunday night and although you spoke every day on the phone you missed him deeply. You thought about making up some excuse to go to the Sanctum, but it seemed he would be too busy and couldn't pay attention to you even if you did.
You sighed, feeling bored and just pretending to participate in the conversation and your cell phone started to buzz with messages that didn't stop arriving. You knew it was Stephen. He always texted you at that time to say good morning and wish you a good class. It was cute actually, but you didn't want to answer because you knew you would look silly reading his texts, blushing like a teenage girl, and you didn't want Tony to ask questions, but the texts kept coming and at first Tony pretended not to care by putting a lot of effort into reading his newspaper, but when the buzzing continued he placed the newspaper on the table and stared you.
"If you don't read these texts I'm going to make Friday hack your cell phone and read them to us." He threatened.
You took your phone and read the texts feeling your cheeks blush and of course Pepper noticed because she were very observant, but she made a point of starting a new topic to distract Tony for which you were glad.
"The record company called to schedule a new meeting with Y/n. Apparently the success of Sunday's concert caught their attention."
"The fact that her songs are playing on the radio non-stop seems like a good reason too." Tony added.
"Those fuckers were extremely disrespectful last time. I don't see any point in giving them a second chance when you're doing so well on your own." Nat addressed you, but you weren't really paying attention to them, your mind was still on those texts.
"Y/n... are you listening to what we're saying?" Tony pressed.
You put your phone back in your pants pocket without answering and shrugged, "I like the idea of being independent. I've never really wanted a record company, not like this. We all know they're only interested in having the Stark name under their wing."
Tony sighed "You might be right." He pointed to your pocket "Who was it?"
"America" You lied through your teeth.
"What does she want?" He asked and Pepper gave you a disapproving glare that said she wasn't buying that lie.
"She's still struggling with her philosophy classes. Maybe I'll stop by the Sanctum tomorrow to help her." You said taking the opportunity to come up with a excuse to go there.
"It's a great idea. Just be careful not to end up disturbing the wizards. You know, protectors of reality bla bla bla." Tony teased.
"Stephen and Wong will probably be at the Kamar Taj." You ran to explain.
"Excellent." He said, wiping his lips on his napkin and standing up. "Anyway, I trust your good judgment about the band and everything else. It's been working out really well so far." He said, bending down to place a small kiss on the top of your head like he always did since you were a child. You smiled at him sheepishly, feeling bad for hiding something so important from him.
"What are the plans for today?" Pepper asked getting up too.
"Work in the workshop if I'm lucky. You?"
"Company shareholders meeting."
He made a funny face "I'm glad I'm not you."
You watched the two walk away with a smile on your face. Tony and Pepper were perfect for each other and they gave you a sense of family and belonging that you never imagined you would feel again after your parents died.
Your cell phone buzzed again, and you knew it was Stephen asking for an answer.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on or am I going to have to threaten you too?" Nat asked looking visibly bored. Apparently life as a convalescent Avenger wasn't all that exciting and since Bruce had a lot of work he couldn't give her the attention she craved.
GOOD MORNING, LOVE. I HOPE YOU SLEPT WELL AND HAVE A GREAT DAY.
You took your cell phone and decided to show her the texts. It was time for you to tell someone and the options were her and MJ, but MJ was in Boston.
You stayed silent watching her reading the words you knew by heart.
I SCHEDULED AN APPOINTMENT FOR YOU WITH DR PALMER AFTER OUR CONVERSATION YESTERDAY. SHE ATTENDS AT METRO GENERAL HOSPITAL. IT WILL BE THIS AFTERNOON. I KNOW YOU ARE FREE BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME.
PLEASE GO AND WE CAN TALK ABOUT IT TONIGHT IF YOU WANT.
I MISS YOU, SWEETHEART. TALKING ON THE PHONE IS NOT ENOUGH AND I CAN'T GET THE MEMORIES OF SATURDAY NIGHT OUT OF MY HEAD.
SO, WHAT DO YOU TELL ME? ARE YOU GOING?
It took Nat less than a minute to google who Dr. Palmer was and the look on her face showed that she had gotten it all wrong.
"You two aren't that stupid!" She said sharply and you felt offended that she could make assumptions about you like that.
"It's not what you are thinking." You defended yourself and took the cell phone out of her hand. "It's actually the opposite of that."
Nat waited for you to explain, and you glanced around the empty dining room.
"Nat, I'm virgin. I swear I thought you knew that, after all you are a Russian spy."
She raised an eyebrow. "I always knew that, but according to these texts you no longer are."
You smiled to yourself remembering the night you had with Stephen and decided that nothing in the world would make you tell that to Nat. "We had a moment together, it was good, but we didn't get to do anything. Not yet. He's decided to take it slow and respect my own time."
Nat nodded in agreement, looking offensively impressed.
"But the truth is, I don't want to wait another minute to do it. I really love him, Nat. It has to be him. It couldn't be anyone else."
"Look, I confess that Strange has surprised me positively. And I think it should happen, it's been a long time coming."
"Nat!"
"I'm just trying to say that I think he's sensible. As sensible as possible since he's picking this fight with Stark."
You bit the corner of your cheek trying to decide whether or not it was better to stop that conversation, but ended up not resisting. "But you're on our side, right? Stephen thinks that when we tell him, the Avengers will be against him. It's important to have at least one Avenger on our side. Someone who truly understands."
Nat sighed heavily, probably realizing the trouble she'd gotten herself into, but finally she smiled reassuringly. "I'm by your side."
...
You hated hospitals. Your nails continued to dig holes into your palms as you headed to the elevator of the huge, luxurious building to get to the obstetrics and gynecology floor, but it wasn't just the fact that hospitals made you feel sick that was making you anxious. In fact, you did yourself the bad favor of searching for Dr Palmer online during boring morning classes and found some photos of her and Stephen together at some events. You knew very well that Stephen worked at that hospital for years before his accident and that it was normal for him to have photos with his coworkers, but your anxious mind kept telling you that there was a compromising intimacy in those photos you saw.
You got out of the elevator in a kind of daze and observed the waiting room, which at that time was completely empty.
“Miss Y/l/n, right?” The secretary asked as you approached the counter. You smiled and nodded. You had been used to being recognized in places for a long time. It was the price you paid for being Iron Man's goddaughter.
"I have an appointment with Dr. Palmer."
"I need your ID for registration and we will need a photo for your record. Can you look at the camera, please?"
You did what the woman asked almost automatically, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through your mind.
You waited for what seemed like an eternity as the woman typed.
"Ready." She informed you and you handed her the credit card, but instead of taking it she just smiled. "It says here that the appointment has already been paid for. Your ID. Just wait a minute. She'll call you."
You rolled your lips together "Is it okay if I ask who paid for the appointment?"
She looked at the monitor looking equally curious. "Let's see... It says Dr. Strange. Oh, he used to work here, you know? I came to talk to him a few times. Brilliant doctor. Of course, now that he's a superhero he doesn't come to the hospital anymore."
"I'm sure the fact that he can't practice medicine anymore is the real reason." You answered.
"Ah of course. A tragedy!"
You just nodded with a polite smile and walked away, sitting in one of the many empty armchairs drumming your fingers on the arms of it and letting your mind do what it did best. Stephen was a neurosurgeon, what reason did he had to come to the gynecology floor often enough for the secretary to remember him? What if they were more than work friends? What if they still kept in touch? Stephen just said that she was a friend, but didn't give any more details, however he felt free to pay for your appointment with his own card. What if he had told her everything about you?
“Miss Y/l/n?” A velvety voice called, and you faced the doctor in all her glory dressed in a ridiculous pink coat, but it didn't make her any less beautiful for that. "Come in, please."
You entered the huge office that had plaques and awards with her name on shelves as if they were trophies.
"Before we begin, allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Dr. Christine Palmer."
You smiled politely "Y/n Y/l/n."
"Tony Stark's daughter." She said with a kind of reverence in her voice.
"Goddaughter, actually. But I don't think there's much of a difference." You corrected it.
She smiles, showing annoyingly perfect teeth. "Stephen told me about you. He called me personally to ask for the appointment, given his insistence should I assume something is wrong, miss Y/l/n?"
"Please, call me Y/n." You said feeling yourself blush. You had no idea how to start and the fact that this woman knew Stephen didn't help matters."
"I saw some pictures of you and Doctor Strange, are you friends?" You asked, scaping from the initial and most important question.
She seemed slightly confused by the question, but replied simply "Stephen and I are work friends, well we were work friends. I hadn't seen him in ages, in fact I was surprised when he called me."
You agreed "There's nothing wrong. I actually need a method of contraception." You exhaled slowly and finished speaking at once, "I'm a virgin and I intend to stop being so."
She nodded, keeping her expression professional, but you knew her head was working on the connection between what you just said and the fact that Stephen was so insistent that the appointment be as quick as possible, in addition to the fact that he paid for the appointment. For you, at least, the truth was almost obscene.
"I see. Well, there is a huge variety of methods. Pills are the most common, but I personally really like Implants.
"What is the most effective method?" You asked apprehensively.
She smiled, seeming to notice your hesitation and continued. "The pill requires an almost religious commitment. It must be taken every day at the same time and cannot be forgotten. For this reason, I usually recommend the implant. Furthermore, it is one of the methods that least affects your libido and since you just explained that you want to start your sex life now, I imagine this is an important aspect for choosing."
You nodded feeling like your face was on fire and she continued to pretend not to notice.
"It lasts for 3 years and can be reapplied after that and as there is no danger of forgetting like the pill, its effectiveness is usually 99.9%"
"Does it hurt?"
"It's a simple procedure and we use local anesthesia. It can be done today if you prefer."
You swallow thickly. "After I put it on, how long will it take before I can..." You let the words trail off in the air.
"It depends on when your last period was, but in general it is preferable to wait 10 to 15 days to be sure. Remembering that this does not mean that you cannot have sex before this period, but you need to use condoms."
You nodded. "Does it have side effects?"
"It is common for women to stop menstruating when using it, but it is also common to have breakthrough bleeding. In general, menstruation will be very irregular until your body gets used to it. The good news is that it tends to greatly reduce the effects of PMS."
You nodded. "Can we put it on now?"
"Sure." She said, getting up and going to one of the huge closets in the office.
When returning home in the taxi you could feel your arm slightly numb due to the anesthesia and the small bandage, as small as it was, was quite visible and you were going crazy thinking about what to say in case someone noticed.
Luckily when you entered the tower you didn't bump into anyone on the way to your room and after closing the door you threw yourself on the bed and called MJ, after all you owed her an update and there was indeed a lot to tell.
...
Stephen checked his cell phone every five minutes waiting for news, but every time he was disappointed. To make matters worse for him, the day was being particularly slow and he would rather be dealing with some interdimensional beast than facing that anxiety alone. He was particularly worried about the fact that he hadn't explained to Y/n that he and Christine had an affair years ago and being as smart as she was it was clear to him that it wouldn't take long for her to find out. That's if she hadn't already discovered it. God, he looked like a teenager experiencing his first love. What was Y/n doing to him?
He was in the Kamar Taj library doing the worst, most boring job in the world when America came running in looking for him.
"You won't believe what I almost managed to do!" The enthusiasm in her voice made him bite back a snarky comment.
"I hope it's better than spending the whole afternoon cataloging books."
"So much better. I almost managed to conjure the mirrored dimension. I could even hear and see the glass breaking, but I couldn't maintain focus for long enough. Master Hamir said it's normal and that I have to keep trying."
"And he's right." Stephen said, putting the last book on the shelf and closing the ledger. He placed it in the librarian's desk drawer and checked his cell phone again. Nothing.
"Something wrong?" America asked and he shook his head.
"I hope not. Come here, I'm proud of you, kid."
America walked over and he wrapped his arms around her. It was a strange sensation. Letting someone get close to him like that after so long running away from any relationship with another person, however since America arrived, she started to soften his heart and Y/n was doing much more than that.
"Uh Stephen... you can let me go now."
"Oh ok." He said a little sheepishly and released the grip of his arms around her. America stepped away looking at the Sorcerer Supreme's book collection.
"Oh they are so mysterious. I would die to read one of those." She exclaimed!
"You wouldn't read them if you were dead."
She looked at him rolling her eyes "Have you read them yet?"
"Sometimes."
"So, I don't need to be a Sorcerer Supreme to be able to read them?"
"No. You just need to be smarter than I was when I read them and not cause problems."
She smiles "I think I can do that."
Stephen was ready to tell her it was easier said than done when they heard footsteps approaching in the hallway.
"Strange, are you done working here?" Wong asked, looking at them with a look that clearly said 'shouldn't you be doing something useful?'".
"Yep. By the way I'm heading back to Sanctum to check if everything's okay. Are you coming with me?" He asked America to which she grimaced.
"I still have one more class."
He nodded, taking his sling ring from his pocket and opening a portal home.
"See you tomorrow then."
...
It was past 10pm and you and Stephen were texting like two teenagers and you had to cover your mouth to muffle the sound of your giggles as you read each of his texts. He was so silly and cute and dirty and funny and so many other things that you had no way of knowing before you actually got to know him. Yes, he was a powerful sorcerer and a famous superhero, but when he talked to you, he was just Stephen and you felt yourself falling more and more in love with him with each passing minute.
I WANTED YOU WERE HERE
You suddenly confessed to which he texted back immediately.
YOU KNOW I CAN FIX THAT, RIGHT?
You bit your bottom lip, sitting up in bed immediately. Were he serious?
WOULDN'T IT BE VERY INAPPROPRIATE?
He answered with an emoji smiling sideways exactly like he used to do and just thinking about that smile made you simply abandon your reason. You got up and locked the door and took a look in the mirror. You were reasonably presentable. Fresh from the shower, comfortable lingerie covered by an old tee, hair tied in a messy bun. You smile at your image in the mirror and throw yourself on the bed, picking up your cell phone and answering.
I’M WAITING.
It didn't take a full minute before you heard the familiar hiss of the portal and Stephen walked past it with a smirk on his lips. He was dressed in sweatpants and a tee and his hair was wet and the smell of cologne made it possible to tell that he had also just gotten out of the shower.
"We can't make any noise. Tony and Pepper's room is next door." You whispered.
His smirk widened into a cocky grin. "I can fix that too." He whispered back.
"Yeah? How?"
He moved his hands in a complicated gesture and the walls were enveloped by a kind of ring of golden light that soon dissipated completely.
"Totally soundproof." He informed proudly. “Very useful spell.”
"That was sexy." You smiled, getting up and going to him. Stephen wrapped you in his arms containing your sudden advance and held your face gently directing you to his lips and kissed you slowly, but devilishly good and you felt your knees getting weak.
"I've missed you all day." He confessed as he finally allowed his lips to part to breathe. "I don't care how this sounds, Y/n, but I really don't know how I managed to spend so much time loving you from afar. I don't want to be away from you anymore. Never."
You didn't have time to formulate an answer because he pulled you to his lips again and this time he tightened his grip around your body and you could feel every muscle beneath the thin fabric of the t-shirt and the inviting heat coming from his skin.
"I've missed you all day too." You confessed, holding his hand and pulling him to your bed. You sat crisscrossed against the headboard and he sat facing you, but he stole one of your pillows and lay down next to you with the same naturalness as someone who always did that.
"But you kept me waiting for a text all day." He complained.
"Because I was a little mad at you and I didn't know what to say."
He sighed, "I knew I should have talked about Christine with you, but Sweetheart it was years ago, I swear I didn't think it was important enough to mention."
You ran your tongue along the corner of your cheek. "I knew there was something in those photos. MJ kept telling me I was being paranoid, but I'm never wrong."
Stephen buried his face in the pillow groaning, "That wasn't what you were mad about, was it?"
"No, but thanks for adding another reason."
He looked at you trying to be serious, but there was an arrogant smile on his lips. "I've always wanted to know what you're like when you're jealous."
"I am not jealous!" You defended yourself taking one of the pillows that were next to you and throwing at him. "I just think you have no idea how uncomfortable it was for me to be there talking to your ex about losing my virginity and choosing contraceptive methods when you made a point of making everything so obvious by insisting that the appointment was scheduled as soon as possible and the worst part, you paid for it."
"It was the very least I could do. You went there because of me." He defended himself.
"That’s not true. I went there because of me and Stephen, don't make me talk about a topic I don't feel comfortable talking about."
He said nothing, instead he continued looking at you waiting for you to speak.
"I don't need you to pay me anything. I'm Tony Stark's goddaughter!"
He rolled his eyes. "It's not about the money..."
He stopped and took a deep breath and then began to explain himself. "Y/n, you're half my age, less than that. You're a virgin, which scared me a little, I confess, but it also makes me feel protective towards you. I wanted you to have the best doctor in the city, probably in the country and I was anxious for us to resolve this as soon as possible and I didn't stop to think for a second about my past with Christine because it didn't mean anything to me. She was a friend I had sex with at work, that's all."
You opened your mouth to interrupt him several times, but ended up giving in. Deep down you knew you were being dramatic.
"She is very beautiful." You said with a pout.
"No more than you." He responded, opening his arms so you could cuddle into his chest. You lid down letting yourself be hugged as you became aware that Stephen was really in your room at that time of night. It was wrong somehow, even though you were an adult, the secret made everything feel so dirty, but you couldn't deny to yourself that you were enjoying the feeling.
You held Stephen's face in your hands and kissed him hard like you wanted from the moment he arrived and he let out a soft moan on your lips that made your heart jump in your chest.
"Now tell me about the appointment." He asked when you finally broke the kiss.
You told all the details of the most awkward medical appointment of your life and each time you brought new information you felt your face getting hotter.
"It's just a little sore now." You said as he ran his index finger lightly over the band aid you placed on your forearm.
"Well, I also have something to show you." He said moving the fingers of one hand and conjuring a sealed envelope. He handed it to you with a somewhat shy smile that was unusual for him, but equally beautiful.
"What is this?" You asked curiously.
"Open it."
You opened it and only after finding his name in the top right corner of the sheet did you understood.
The laboratory exam had a list of tests that were carried out to detect herpes, syphilis, hepatitis, HIV, among others and at the end of the sheet there was a single line that said: negative for the pathologies tested.
He waited silently for some kind of response, but all you could think was that you didn't need that. His words were enough for you.
"When did you take these tests?"
"Yesterday."
You handed the sheet back to him and kissed him softly "I believed you when you said you haven't had anyone in the last six months. You didn't need to..."
"But I wanted to. It's important to me that you know I'm clean. It's the least I could do since you..."
You waited for him to finish, but he just smiled.
“Since I…” You pressed.
"Since you're giving yourself to me."
You smirked at his choice of words.
"Is that what I'm doing?"
He held your chin steady and bit your bottom lip to tease you.
"You know very well what you are doing, young lady, and you know very well how much I am looking forward to it."
You nodded, but pouted "Your ex said we should wait at least 10 days..."
He rolled his eyes, "Don't call her that. It's not fair."
You let out a soft giggle "Fair enough, but it doesn't change what she said."
He kissed you softly and ran his index finger down your neck, down to your breast and circled your nipple until it got hard under your shirt.
"I’m a patient man." He said in the most anti-climax statement you could imagine.
"Well, but I’m not a patient woman. I'm so tired of waiting, Stephen. I've already waited too long." You grumbled, crossing your arms like a child indignant at being denied their favorite toy.
"For someone who have waited until now, you are very impatient indeed." He teased.
"For someone who hasn't had sex in six months, you're really slow." You replied to which he let out a small laugh, but then he held your face in his hands and kissed you hard with tongue, teeth and a newfound passion that literally took your breath away.
"Just because I was trying to play nice, but now I think you've changed my mind. Now I’m going to take advantage of your inexperience. What do you say, sweetheart?"
You bit your lower lip, feeling your cheeks heat up, but you didn't let yourself be intimidated by your shyness. "Yes."
Stephen's eyes darkened with desire and a sly smile played on his lips. "Yeah? You don't even know what I have in mind and you're already saying yes."
You nodded "I trust you."
"But you shouldn't." He kissed you and pushed you onto your back and came on top of you, spreading your legs with his knees and fitting himself between them. He made a point of rubbing his hips against your core, making you feel his half-hard cock contained inside his pants. Unable to control yourself you let out a small moan and he chuckled in your ear making your skin prickle.
"You have no idea how much I want to make love to you finally. I've already waited too long..."
He kissed you again and ground himself against you without any shame and this time you didn't even try to contain your moan as your body responded to the stimulation with a wave of pleasure.
“Stephen…” You mumbled almost incoherently.
"Yes, sweetie. Tell me what you want."
"Touch me. I need you to touch me. I always imagined what it would be like to have your hands on me, your fingers..."
He smirked taking his hands under your t-shirt and grabbing your panties.
"You’re sure?" He confirmed and you nodded, raising your hips for him to take off your panties and your whole body shivered with the night air when he did so.
He lifted your t-shirt to waist level and finally allowed himself to look at your naked body, his hands slid up your legs and before you could understand what he was doing he started placing little kisses on the inside of your thighs and the brush of his goatee against your skin made your entire body prickle.
"Your skin is so soft and smells so good." He praised, moving his lips in small wet kisses down your crotch and getting more and more dangerously close to where you really wanted him. "I imagined myself doing this so many times..."
"Stephen...please." You wonder if you knew what you were begging for. You just knew you didn't want him to stop, you just wanted much more."
But he stopped, at least long enough to give you a smug look and put his middle finger to his mouth. He sucked his own finger and then took it between your legs, opened your folds with his other fingers and touched your clit lightly, but enough to make your entire body tremble with the sensation. He slid his finger up and down between your folds with absurd ease and you realized that you were shamefully wet and of course he noticed that too.
"Fuck sweetheart, is this all because of me?" He teased, moving his finger in circles on your clit and making your hips buck against his hand. "So sensitive. I've barely touched you yet."
You bit your lip trying to hold back a moan, but it escaped your lips anyway.
"It's okay, I like listening to you, love." He cooed encouraging you. "I'm going to try something else and you're going to tell me how you feel about it, okay?"
You nodded watching him dive between your legs. He licked you from bottom to top and then used his fingers to spread your folds and then licked again directly on your clit this time and you moaned outrageously loud. No words were necessary.
He hummed pleased with your reaction and gave it a long lick again and then began to flick the tip of his tongue on your clit sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body. The touch of his beard on your sensitive skin increased all the sensations even more.
"Fuck Stephen... oh my..." You stopped biting your lip and grabbing his hair with one of your hands without realizing what you were doing, but he didn't seem to mind.
You always heard about how good oral sex was, but you never imagined it felt this good and at the same time you were a mess of sensations and feelings because you had never been touched by a man before and not just any man was doing, it was Stephen, your Stephen and the realization of that brought you surprisingly close to cumming and you found yourself desperate to warn him because... wouldn't it be rude if you came in his face?
"Stephen, I think I'm gonna..."
But he stopped immediately upon hearing those words and emerged to look at you with the most beautiful and naughty smile in the world.
"You're very sensitive, sweetheart. I've barely started." He said, running a hand over his face.
"I didn't want to... in your face." You confessed and he smiled sweetly at you.
"Sweetheart, there's nothing wrong with that. In fact, I'd love it if you did."
"But isn't it gross?" You asked, still unsure, to which he shook his head. "I like it."
You felt yourself blushing "But you stopped."
He smirked "Just because I don't want it to end so quickly. Sex shouldn't be a quick thing, at least not most of the time, we should make it last and that means lessening the stimulation before finishing." He moved so he could kiss you and you found the taste on his tongue strange, but at the same time you found it sexy knowing that it was your taste. "We're just getting started." He whispered against your lips as he brought your index finger back to his lips, he sucked on it and then brought it between your legs and teased your entrance lightly.
"Tell me, when you touch yourself, do you only play with your clit or..." He forced your entrance slightly and you felt your muscles contracting involuntarily.
"You never used your fingers here?" He asked and you shook your head.
"Okay, but I can try a little, can't I? Or do you want me to stop?"
You held his face in your hands.
"Will it hurt?"
He kissed your lips gently, "Not if I do it slowly. And I won't go deep. You just said you trust me, remember?"
You nodded. "I do."
He smiled and you felt a small pressure at your entrance and you immediately squeezed your eyes closed waiting for the pain, but it didn't come, on the contrary you were washed by a wave of pleasure when he started to use his thumb on your clit as he slowly penetrated the middle finger on you.
"Shit." You cursed through your teeth and he chuckled in satisfaction.
"Good girl."
He started to move his finger in and out and the feeling was strange but good at the same time and the next thing you knew you were moving your hips against his hand seeking more friction. He understood immediately and began to put more pressure on his thumb, circling your clit slowly while fingering you.
"I'm going to put another finger, okay? Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop immediately."
You nodded without doubting his word for a moment. You knew Stephen would never hurt you on purpose.
He used his index finger to stretch you a little more and you felt the pressure again and an uncomfortable tug that soon disappeared giving way to pleasure.
"God, you have magical fingers." You heard yourself confessing.
"That's one way of putting it." He teased "But you haven't seen anything yet, sweetheart."
You bit your bottom lip, holding back a moan when he circled his thumb around your clit just the right way and your legs shook with the wave of pleasure that enveloped you.
"Then show me. I want you to teach me everything."
He smiled brightly and pulled you to his lips and kissed you hard, his tongue chased yours in a battle for dominance that you had no intention of winning and he hummed in your lips adorably.
"You're every man's dream, you know that?" He said as he finally allowed himself to break the kiss. "Beautiful, inexperienced and so willing to please. Somehow you make my heart beat faster in my chest and my dick throb in my pants with the same intensity at the same time."
You smiled proudly "Then take me. I'm yours. I always wanted to be yours and no one else's."
You entwined your fingers in his hair and pulled him to your lips again, but his lips didn't just stop at your mouth, they went down your neck where he placed little kisses and bites and then went up to your ear, brushing his goatee there and making your skin prickle again and you swallow thickly. You loved when he did that and he sure as hell knew that.
"Stephen... make love to me. I want it... tonight."
His fingers didn't stop stimulating you for a second, but you wanted more, you wanted to know how it would feel to have him inside you thrusting into you with the same passion you saw the actors in the movies doing, but he shook his head.
"We can't, love."
You shook your head trying to reason with him "We can. We just need to use..."
He interrupted you by kissing you and then explained "I know, but I don't want our first time to be with a condom. It's not the same."
"Oh" That's all you said, and he smiled seeming a little embarrassed "It doesn't change much for you, but for me... shit, now I'm being selfish..."
"It's okay." You reassured him cupping his face gently "I didn’t know. We can wait."
He sighed smiling "But that doesn't mean I can't give you what you need." With that he dived between your legs again and used his tongue on your clit again, but now he wasn't content with just licking, he started sucking as if he was nursing on your sensitive bud and while he did this his fingers continued playing at your entrance, moving in and out at a lazy pace and the combination of stimulation was enough to push you to the edge.
"Oh shit... oh Stephen... gonna cum."
He hummed satisfied and this time he didn't stop, on the contrary, he increased the intensity of the suction on your clit which made you scream in the middle of the orgasm that washed over you.
Your legs shook around his head, your nails dug into his scalp and your fingers pulled his hair and the most beautiful little scream in the world escaped your lips when you came in his mouth. He lapped up all your fluids like a thirsty man and then emerged from the paradise between your legs to look at you and the way you glanced at him made his heart jump in his chest.
Stephen couldn't remember the last time he had given oral sex to a woman. A sexist part of him thought it was too intimate to be done with any of the women he had slept with in recent years, but with you it was natural. It wasn't like he planned it. Stephen was coming to the conclusion that nothing with you happened as planned, you were too spontaneous for that and he was weak in his convictions when it came to you, but it didn't matter, he had loved it, every second between your legs, listening to your little moans were like a trip to paradise and he felt ecstatic.
He moved on top of you, careful not to release the weight of his body on you and cupped your face, pulling it to his lips.
"God I love you, sweetheart." He heard himself confessing. Stephen had never been so in love in his entire life and as such he never found himself confessing his feelings like that, but it was true. He loved you so much that somehow he knew he couldn't contain it inside him, he needed to pour that love into you again and again.
As if you could read his mind, you smiled the most beautiful smile in the world "I love you too." You whispered and your face turned red with the realization of what had just happened and he thought it was adorable. Yes, he had been surprised by the discovery of your virginity and yes, that had complicated things a little, but he would be a liar if he said he wasn't loving every minute of it. Your innocence and inexperience made everything more exciting.
"I love the way you blush." He confessed, kissing your lips lightly and then rolled to the side, resting his head on his pillows.
"That's good because I can't control this. It's all so embarrassing, will this become normal for me one day?"
He couldn't help but laugh at your comment.
"Do not laugh at me." You protested, covering your face with your hands, but Stephen held them and replied, "I'm not laughing at you and the answer is yes. It'll become normal."
You turned to snuggle into him and he wrapped his arm around you, letting you lay your head on his shoulder as he intertwined your leg with his.
"Do you remember your first time?" You asked as your fingers traced his goatee absently minded.
Oh yes, he remembered it perfectly and never stopped feeling embarrassed by it.
"Tragically yes." He replied.
"That bad?" You asked curiously.
"I had no idea what I was doing, and it must have lasted three minutes."
Now it was your turn to laugh, but he didn't care, he had already overcome the trauma.
"I was always afraid of doing it with someone my age and ending up in an awkward situation where we both wouldn't know what to do." You confessed, still stroking his beard and Stephen noticed how much he liked feeling the touch of your hands on him.
"I think it's very difficult for a guy your age to still be a virgin, sweetheart. The risk was practically zero."
"But they wouldn't be like you." You insisted and your face flushed again "You're very experienced and although I don't like thinking about you with other women, I like the fact that you know what you're doing, it makes me feel safer."
He nodded. What impressed Stephen, besides the fact that you were a virgin at age 21, was that you had almost no sexual experience besides watching porn and touching yourself.
"You made me feel very safe while you were..."
"Going down on you" He finished for you and you nodded.
"I didn't imagine it would be so good. I mean, I've read about it, I've seen it in the movies, but nothing prepared me for reality."
Stephen smiled broadly. "I'm not going to be modest about it and say it's always like this. Most men have a hard time satisfying a woman this way."
"But not you." You said and pulled him to your lips and Stephen let himself be guided by the intensity of your kiss. So inexperienced, but kissed like a whore. He thought and quickly scolded himself.
You hummed adorably at his lips and then broke the kiss and said simply "I want to touch you now."
His cock pulsed in his pants at that, but he tried hard to reason with you.
"Are you sure? You know you don't have to do this just because I did it to you."
You nodded "I know. I want to. I want to see you the same way you saw me and pleasure you to hear you moaning too."
Stephen couldn't help but smile and comment, "You're going to have to be really good to make me moan, sweetheart. Do you think you can do that?"
You blushed heavily but were firm in your response "I learn fast, you just need to teach me how to do it."
Another twitch in his cock and this time it didn't go unnoticed by you. You lowered your hand that was resting on his chest and touched his dick through his pants.
"It's so... hard." You said
"Because of you. Your innocence leaves me like this." He confessed.
"I'm not innocent." You protested to which he chuckled.
"Maybe not in other things, but in this you are."
His cock started to throb again and you looked at him in surprise, but didn't say anything. It was as if you knew that asking anything would prove his point.
"Hard is good. It's exactly how you want me. And this..." His cock twitched again "It's also because of you, it shows how much I want you."
You were blushing, but a proud smile played on your lips.
He watched you move your hand lightly over his erection and then your fingers threatened to go inside his pants, but you stopped confirming "Can I?"
"Yes." He said and his voice sounded shaky with excitement. Stephen had fantasized about this so many times.
You put your hand inside his pants and seemed surprised to notice that he wasn't wearing any underwear. He never wore underwear when he got dressed to sleep, in fact when it was hot he even wore clothes to sleep. To his surprise, the brief moment of hesitation was replaced by the impulse to touch him, and you grabbed him in your hand and started moving up and down, probably imitating what you had seen in the movies. The sudden stimulation made a small moan escape his lips and you smiled victoriously.
"Brat" He said biting his lower lip and surrendering to your touch. "Wait, let me take this off, you need to see what you're doing."
You moved your hand away enough for him to free himself from his pants and then your eyes feasted on his thighs and finally settled on his cock.
"You can touch me however you want now." He said
You held it firmly in your hand and moved it up and down slowly and he had the feeling that that was pretty much all you knew how to do. The stimulation was delicious. For someone who had had no sexual stimulation other than his own hand for six months, any foreign touch was enough, but he wanted just so much more.
He moved his fingers quickly conjuring up a bottle of lube and explained "Here, sweetheart. You lube naturally, but I need this. Give me your hand."
You turned your palm upwards and waited for him to pour some of the clear gel. He was not modest in quantity. Stephen liked a lot of lubrication.
"Now you can do what you were doing, but it will feel much better."
You nodded, grabbing his cock again and slowly moving it up and down, letting the lube spread over his entire length making a delicious squelching sound.
"Make sure to touch the head when your hand goes up. Here..." He showed his frenulum to you "It's very sensitive, I like it when I'm touched here."
You nodded, completely concentrated on his explanation and started to raise your hand further to touch where he had shown you, a wrinkle of concentration formed between your eyebrows and Stephen found it adorable. His cock throbbed in your hand again and a loud moan escaped through his teeth.
"Shit, love. You’re a fast learner."
You smiled happily at the compliment "Can I use both hands? I saw it in a movie and the guy seemed to like it."
Stephen nodded. "Give me the other hand, let's get some more of this."
You did as he asked and then grabbed him with both hands stroking him nice but very lightly.
"You can use a little more force, sweetheart." He instructed and his voice sounded shaky.
"I don't want to hurt you. I know it’s very sensitive."
He smiled widely. You were so sweet, he was basking in your inexperience and there was no reason for him to hide how much he was enjoying the whole thing.
"Not that sensitive. You can squeeze a little more. I'll like it. Isn't that what you want? To make me feel good?"
"Yes." You said biting your bottom lip while tightening the grip of your hand around him and for a minute the only sound that could be heard was the wet squelching of your hands on his dick and the heavy breathing followed by moans that he couldn't control. .
"So fucking good... these little hands feel amazing, sweetheart."
You smile "Really?"
"So, so good. I've fantasized about this moment so many times..."
You bit your lip, looking undecided whether to say something or not.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Is it okay if I put it in my mouth? I've never done this, but I'd like to try."
Stephen moaned loudly "Wanna give me a blow job?"
You nodded. "But I do not know how..."
He moaned loudly and his hips jumped against your hand. At that point, Stephen didn't know if he would last long.
He cupped your cheek gently and ran his thumb across your lips, forcing you to separate them. "Open it for me." He asked, placing his thumb inside your mouth when you obeyed. He left his finger on your tongue collecting saliva and forcing you to swallow around it and when you did he closed his eyes and imagined the feeling of it around his dick.
"Suck it." He ordered and you obeyed, sucking his finger slowly. You were so good at following orders, so sweet and so obedient. Something about it all was revealing a side of Stephen that even he didn't know and he was enjoying it.
"See how easy it is? Now let's try to do the same thing but on my cock." He took his finger out of your mouth and grabbed his dick and directed it to your mouth.
"Open it big for me." He asked and you did exactly as he said.
Stephen smiled, placing just the head in your mouth. "You're going to suck it like it's a lollipop. Don't use your teeth, just your lips and tongue."
You seemed lost at first, the sweet taste of the lube wasn't exactly ideal, but it was better than saliva, at least at first. Deep down he was dreaming of seeing you going dirty, spitting on his cock without fear of making a mess.
A wrinkle of confusion appeared between your eyebrows, but you continued sucking his head slowly.
"Now use your tongue, you can flick it around my cock, it feels really nice."
You did exactly as he asked, eliciting a surprised groan from his throat when the tip of your tongue flicked onto his frenulum. "Shit, you learn so fast, sweetheart."
You took it out of your mouth to breathe and smiled proudly at him as he couldn't help but tease you. "You like being praised, don't you? Does it make you feel good?"
To his delight you blushed heavily making his cock pulse in your hand.
"See? That's how much I want you. Because you are so fucking special to me..."
He was interrupted when you leaned in to give him a hard kiss that took his breath away and then you put his cock in your mouth again and without him needing to teach you, you started using your hand around what you couldn't take and Stephen grabbed the sheets with one hand while he brought the other to your head, threading his fingers through your hair. You let out a sweet moan of approval around his cock and he had to control himself not to push your head or thrust against your mouth. Stephen liked to be rough when given oral, most of the time he forced deep throat because he loved cumming deep in their throats, but he could never do that to you. At least not yet and definitely not without your consent.
"Fuck... twist your hand while you move it up and down, sweetheart and keep using your tongue, give me a hard suck on the head... just like that... yeah, use your tongue just like that."
You followed each of his instructions masterfully which was quickly taking him to his limit and when he noticed how you started to moan while sucking him, how your legs started to rub against each other, clearly feeling pleasure while giving him pleasure, he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.
"Wait, sweetheart... stop, please." He moved his hand down to your chin and gently pulled your mouth away from his dick.
You seemed a little confused "Why? I thought I was enjoying it. Did I do something wrong?"
He chuckled nervously "I was, I am...very much." He ran say a little embarrassed. "I don't want to finish in your mouth. It's your first time and it might be a little gross."
He saw the realization on your face immediately and then you stared at his cock with a newfound curiosity.
"What does it taste like?"
Stephen smiled "To be honest, I don't know. It's salty. Most women don't like it."
You frowned, "I'm not most women."
"Of course not. You're my sweetheart." He said and watched you blush again. He would never get tired of it.
You went back to holding his cock, stroking it lightly up and down, being careful to touch the head as he explained and watched him twitching.
"I want to see you finish." You confessed.
He nodded "Just use your hands then."
"But will they be enough?" You asked increasing your grip again while stroking his cock.
Stephen groaned through his teeth.
"Of course. These sweet tiny hands are more than enough."
You smiled watching Stephen surrender completely to your touch. You were learning a lot that night and one of the things you enjoyed most was the sweet noises he made when he felt pleasure. It was hard to imagine such a stoic man making those sounds and your chest filled with pride knowing that you were responsible for leaving him like that.
He kept one hand firmly on the sheets and the other found a home on the back of your neck. His eyes were glued to yours, his cock was so hard and red and wet pulsing in your hand. You didn't stop or reduce the stimulation, remembering perfectly what he had explained to you. You wanted to see him finish.
"Oh, fuck sweetheart... I'm so close... just do it faster and don't stop." His baritone voice was even sexier when covered in lust like that.
"I won't stop" You promised moving your hands faster and harder and finally getting what you wanted. Seeing the magic happening before your eyes.
He moaned loudly, his jaw became rigid, his legs shook and cum began to squirt from the tip of his dick, spilling over your hand, entering between your fingers and making a mess in his stomach.
"Oh shit... oh fuck sweetheart." He muttered through clenched teeth and then pulled you to his lips and kissed you hard.
You kissed until you couldn't breathe and when he broke the kiss he smiled almost shyly.
"Shit, look at this. I made a fucking mess, sweetie."
"You get a dirty mouth when you're horny." You teased and he let out a small laugh.
"Good point. Does it bother you?"
You shook your head "No. Actually, I liked it." You said, observing the puddle of cum on his stomach and then looked at your hand, seeing the sticky, whitish liquid running through your fingers. You could smell it, it wasn't bad, it was just different and suddenly you were struck by a burning curiosity and the next thing you knew you were bringing your hand to your mouth and running your tongue between your fingers. You didn't know the look on your face when you tasted it, but Stephen smiled in disbelief, and you knew he was loving it just like he had loved everything else.
"It's salty and something else. It's not good, but it's not bad either. It's... strange."
"I don't think there's a better word to describe it." He teased moving his fingers and conjuring a damp towel with which he began to gently wipe your hands.
"It's the first time I've seen a woman taste my cum like it was a foreign dessert and I admit it was sexy as hell."
You felt your face getting hot which made his smile widen even more. He used the towel to clean himself and then got rid of it in the same way he conjured it and touched your cheek affectionately. "You're giving me so many firsts." He said contemplatively and then kissed you again. He pulled you on top of him and made you snuggle into his chest. With a flick of his fingers he dressed you and he and you laugh softly.
"I'll never get used to this."
He hummed "Yes you will because I will do this all the time and I will be by your side all the time.”
"Promise?"
He kissed the top of your head and held you in his arms.
"Promise."
You were silent for a minute listening to nothing but each other's breathing. It was you who broke the silence.
"Don't you think this is all very silly for you? I mean, we're together and we haven't even had sex yet and you're an experienced man..."
"There's only so many times you can say that to me without making me feel old." He warned making you laugh softly.
"I like my men older." You teased.
"Man. Your man you mean."
You smirked "Yes, sir."
Stephen sighed and you closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his hand rubbing your arm.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm loving every minute we spend together, sweetheart. You're making me live so many new experiences and I love you for that. There's nothing silly about this."
You smiled "Okay."
"There's just one problem, young lady."
You turned to look at him and there was a cute smile on his lips.
“Which is?”
"I want to come here every night from now on."
"I won't object to that."
He smirked and you rolled to the side on the bed and he was quick to pull you close so you were cuddled into his chest.
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✑ A Wedding Dance by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •
Summary: After walking in on the boys rehearsing Watson's wedding dance your eager to tease them. However, your excitement quickly turns into regret when Sherlock unexpectedly asks you to dance.
✑ An Unconventional Love Story [Victorian!Sherlock]￨by imagines--galore • 〔F᜶M〕 •
Summary: "Ever since you had met Sherlock at a Ball your parents had been hosting, you had been intrigued. He had no invitation, but had been able to fool all the guests into making them believe he was invited. Even your parents. You, however, had been suspicious and had trailed after him every step of the way…"
✑ Awkwardness and Revelations by ladyalicesbookstore • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "After working at Scotland Yard with your father, you met the world's only consulting detective. When feelings start to blossom between you and Sherlock, how will your dad find out about your romance with the clever detective?"
✑ Ballroom Blitz by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "John and Mary suspect a spark between [you and Sherlock]… they just can't… [prove] it."
✑ Bar Fight by bitternessismyname • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[After finishing a case,] you, Sherlock, John, and Mycroft go to a bar [where] a man puts his hands on you. Sherlock doesn't take it lightly."
✑ Beg for Forgiveness by a-cup-of-earl-grey-please • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Your fiancé, the great Sherlock Holmes, comes back from the dead — just when you were ready to move on. Can you forgive him?"
✑ Brother Dearest by stark-hero • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Mycroft had never considered himself to be overprotective. However, he isn't overly pleased with how smitten his little brother is with you..."
✑ Date at a Crime Scene￨Prt. II by megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Half impressed and half irritated, Sherlock glared at John. The two hadn't had a new case in weeks so when John told Sherlock that he had found some new clients, Sherlock jumped at the chance. Now he found himself on a date!"
✑ Dear Jealousy by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔M᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When [you] reconnects with a former lover on a case, Sherlock is overwhelmed with jealousy. [However,] by doubting [your] relationship, he might just be the one who destroys it..."
✑ Different by stark-hero • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "After a night in together, you find that Sherlock Holmes is rather endearing whilst drunk."
✑ Drunken Love by ladyalicesbookstore • 〔F〕 •
Summary: After you had an argument with your flatmate, Sherlock, you end up in a pub, drinking your sorrow and anger away. But when Sherlock found you, things started to get amusing. Did you confess your feelings while being in your drunken state?
✑ Innocent
✑ Iridescent: A Composition by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock's compositions [are] straight from his heart, a depiction of his most secret thoughts. What will [you] discover when he dedicates a song to [you]?"
Summary: "Sherlock Holmes doesn't get jealous. Well, that was until you volunteered to help him out on a case that puts his feelings for you in jeopardy."
✑ Jealousy by iamsherlocked1479 • 18+ • 〔A᜶E〕 •
Summary: "You don't want to get caught up in a friends with benefits situation with Sherlock so you attempt to go on a date. Key word attempt."
✑ London Eye, the by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "[You've] a problem; [you're] in love with Sherlock Holmes [and] decided to bury her feelings, but we all know that nothing gets past the consulting detective and his deductions. [However,] could he be hiding something himself?"
✑ Master Mind by a-cup-of-earl-grey-please • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Truly a mastermind, Sherlock outsmarts himself and you; at least he thinks so. How will he ask you out, though?"
✑ Meet the Parents by stark-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Whilst visiting 221B, you finally get… to meet Sherlock's parents. Embarrassment ensues."
✑ Mine by fandom-puff • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Sherlock has no issue with you accompanying him and John to crime scenes; however, he has a massive problem with seemingly every officer slobbering all over his girl.
✑ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "While on a case, Sherlock Holmes stumbles upon a new friend… He brings her home, and fluff ensues."
✑ Romantic Stupidity by ladyalicesbookstore • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Summary: When Sherlock and [you have] to share a... bed in... Baskerville, will [your] friendship get sprinkled with… romance? Or are [you] both blind enough to not notice the signs of love?"
✑ Sentiment by stark-hero • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Sherlock says something he regrets... can you forgive him for it?"
✑ Sincerity by a-cup-of-earl-grey-please • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Your boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes realizes you are feeling insecure — how does he remedy it?"
Summary: "After an accident during a case, a hostage situation leaves you in a coma for a week. During that week in the hospital, things are going horribly in Baker Street."
✑ Talking Out Loud by high-functioning-lokipath • 〔F᜶M〕 •
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✑ A Bit More than Friends by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •
✑ Adorable Otters by bakerstreethound • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
