Summary: Stephen colours you in the deepest shades of desire.
Warning: Fluff, Smut
Word Count: 1.6k
a/n:. Requests are open.
Calmly, the rain tapped against the windows of the apartment. Vibrant light poured into the flat and kissed the features. His hands vanished under your hoodie. Lights flickered. The responsibilities were forgotten; the books were closed and the only sign that you were once sitting at the table was the monitor lighting up a part of the living room.
Stephen guided you away from the table, ignoring the slowly dying protests. The words full of responsibility no longer escaped, muffled by his soft lips. You lost yourself in the depths of his intense gaze, struggling for breath, searching for support even though you knew Stephen would never let you fall to the floor.
The long coat once resting on his shoulders slid to the ground, followed by the shoes and the suit jacket in dark tones. The minute Stephen stepped into the flat, he knew at once you still hadn’t left your spot at the table. You had rejected his offer to watch a movie, aware you had to finish the project, but the second his lips tenderly caressed your neck, the burden faded from your mind. His heavy breath collided with your flesh, conjuring goosebumps over your skin, sliding down your body in the shape of waves, unstoppable by any dam of the world.
You returned his gaze as the darkness disappeared. You saw him clearly, the man who towered high above you, the man your heart was longing for. Desire and hunger were in his gaze. His hands melted into your skin and your body turned to liquid gold and all the sorrow, all the pain, departed and dared not return. Unintelligibility came over his lips. His voice was unusually rough and when you closed your eyes and listened to the voice, you were sure it could not be Stephen speaking to you, but a stranger. Stephen’s masculine smell clouded your senses.
Without noticing, Stephen guided you through the flat. His gaze was sharp and walked towards the closed door leading into the bedroom. Stephen’s fingers clawed harder into your skin as his lips caressed your shoulder, wandering up the side of your neck. An indignant sound wanted to escape you, felt his hand, the warmth disappeared but before a complaint could reach his ears, you heard the sound of an opening door and immediately you understood what had happened.
“I love you.” Stephen breathed out of breath between the feather-light kisses he placed on the way up your neck, leaving a wet path behind.
The kisses began to tingle and suddenly he elicited a soft giggle from you, but it was quickly swallowed by an unstoppable moan as he caressed the sweet spot of your neck with his lips.
You whispered his name as if you were praying to a deity. You felt a widening grin forming on his lips, had closed your eyes in pleasure. Deeper, Stephen led you into the shared bedroom, knowing the way by heart, not wasting a moment with closing the door, passing the wardrobe and heading straight for the made bed, almost tripping but catching himself quickly, not falling over the small pile of clothing by his side of the bed.
The last pieces of clothing slid to the floor and his long fingers played with the hem of your shorts. A cold shiver danced down your spine as the cold wind kissed your skin but the warmth his body radiated banished the bumps.
The bed creaked softly and the mattress gave way under your weight. The fingers of his right hand traced the contours of your face and brushed the loose strand of hair away, behind your ear.
Stephen breathed a kiss full of passion on your lips and saw the marks appearing on the side of your neck. Your trembling fingers clutched the buttons of his shirt, undoing one button after the other, feeling his eyes burn into your flesh and wandering down your body. His muscles tensed. Your name escaped him over and over again. It was a serenade, an unforgettable melody of love and adoration. Accidently you rolled your hips against him and a growl, thunder and lightning escaped his throat. The kiss was soft, delicate, breath-taking, unforgettable.
Air no longer filled your lungs. Soft moans filled the room as his clothed manhood grew under your accidental touch. Your cheeks were heated. Stephen’s hands roamed your body, his fingers hid under the warm material, lifted the hoodie and tossed it away into the far corner of the room. Stephen didn’t bother with questions, knew exactly what you desired, your deepest wishes, saw the longing in the look in your eyes.
Your mind was clouded yet you saw sharply, his face, the serene smile spreading on his features, kissed by the light of the moon pouring through the wide and narrow windows flanked by curtains. His chest was moving unevenly and his breathing was hoarse. The button-down was gone, followed by his trousers matching the rest of the suit. Why Stephen had left the flat you no longer could remember, but you knew it was important. His fingers coloured your body in the shades of love.
Coldness journeyed down your spine and his keen eyes witnessed the unconcealable unevenness on your skin. A low scream echoed across the room. You closed your eyes as you felt his tongue softly licking your right nipple after he placed a kiss full of passion on your flesh. His fingers played with the neglected nipple, took it between thumb and index finger and saw how you turned to liquid gold under his touch. Again and again, his tongue flickered over the unevenness and suddenly the warmth vanished and returned. Your fingers clawed in the depths of his hair, trying to force him to rise, to kiss you, to spread warmth and love but he didn’t listen to your pleading voice and continued to leave a trail of wet kisses on your body as he travelled further down.
His hands followed his lips, touched your lovely body and stopped at the sides of your underwear. Featherlight kisses his lips placed on your skin. Searching for friction, you rolled your hips, but your skin didn’t collide with your lover. Stephen’s hands pressed you into the mattress, forbidding you to dare to move again.
He pumped the shaft of his manhood, spreading wetness and delight. Your gaze moved up and down, unable to keep your eyes from darting down to the middle of his body, and you gulped noticeably. Gently he grabs you by your hips, his thumbs caress your sides as he pushes you closer to him and then suddenly his grip tightens. A soft plea escaped your lips, but your lover didn’t answer. His breath collided with your core. He placed a featherlight kiss over your panties and his fingers remove the dark underwear in one swift motion. Stephen spread you open with his thumbs, brushes over your entrance with a widening grin.
“See how wet you are, my darling,” said Stephen teasingly.
In the barely prevailing light, Stephen presented what he had done to you, knowing he hadn’t properly touched you yet. Grateful for the darkness you lower your gaze, you were nevertheless sure he had certainly seen the expression in your eyes. A translucent circle formed beneath you. You moan, unable to hold it back any longer as he carefully pushes his finger into your depths. His fingers disappeared and came back into the light, was slow and careful, ignoring the words crossing your mind, letting his thumb circle in slower getting circles over your clit. He flicked your clit with his tongue and you moaned in delight, and he smirked as he saw the effect, he had on you. He pulls your hips against him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his broad chest.
Stephen whispered your name in a moan as you rolled your hips. Suddenly the warmth faded away and a low scream muffled by your lips dared to escape as he pushes into your wet core, had rubbed the head into your entrance. Small whining whimpers leave your mouth as you arch your back. He rolls his hips, stretches you, hitting your tender spot over and over again. Praising words slipped after curses and words full of adoration. The sound of skin slapping and creaking of the bed roared and echoed in the apartment. Mist was rising and clouds clouded your mind. Rolling your eyes back a soft prayer resounded.
“I’m going to cum.” you whisper, no longer able to hold back.
The words didn’t need to escape your throat, Stephen felt it, felt how your walls tightened around his manhood. He was breathing heavily and suddenly the world was still, deep in slumber. A wave of ecstasy washed over you, but your lover didn’t stop, continued at a sloppy pace to vanish in your depths till the wave captured him entirely.
➳a/n: this is for the friends with benefits (sfw) starters. if you want to see me write any of these, drop them in my ask :) there are probably typos, so bear with me.
**i need a tall glass of Stephenwater**
➳pairing: Stephen Strange x Female!Reader
➳summary: It happened in a whirlwind. One minute, you two were talking. The next? He was ripping your clothes off.
➳warnings: smut; oral f!receiving, fingering, unprotected sex [wrap it before y'all tap it]
➳FWB SFW starters: “wasn’t really under the impression you thought of me that way”-> requested by: @/justwanted2dance
The clothes were being ripped off at supersonic speed. Stephen’s hands caressed your exposed flesh as he lowered your back to the bed. The kisses were passionate and fervent, laced with an underlying emotion of desperate want and desire. His hair was silk in between your fingertips as his mouth hovered over your neck, leaving fresh marks of purple and blue to mark your pretty skin.
What started as an argument, one that neither of you could even remember the purpose for, turned into this.You had tempted the man, pushing his buttons. Stephen wouldn’t deny the intense attraction he felt for you. You were gorgeous. You made him so sexually frustrated, he could hardly keep his dirty thoughts at bay when he saw your hips swinging.
