Christmas Eve(Dr. Strange x reader)
1196 Words
Requested by Sam11Kenobi
"Oh my God! Stephen, come look!" (Y/n) exclaimed. Her fiancé came upto her, wrapping his hands around her waist from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder,
"What's the matter, darling?" He asked softly, his eyes were closed as he let her sweet scent drift into his nose. He wanted to make full use of this Christmas vacation. He wanted to spent as much time as possible with her while they were in this cabin.
"It's all white outside. Maybe we are snowed in on!" She said with excitement lacing her voice. Stephen slowly opened his eyes. Oh. They are actually snowed in on. Which means that, they are stuck in this cabin in Canada, on Christmas Eve, alone and together.
Not that he minded and from her excitement, it was clear that she didn't mind either. So, he closed his eyes again and snuggled his face into her neck. She shivered slightly and the hair on the back of her neck stood up slightly, goosebumps arising on her arms and legs. She's cold. Stephen smirked, he had an idea. An amazing idea.
"Let me warm you up, darling." He said huskily and bit her earlobe. She let out a squeak at the sudden change of mood but her cheeks heated up in no time.
Stephen turned her around and pressed her back up against the cold wall. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that smirk on his lips. Uh oh. He is upto something. He leaned down, their lips barely touching and whispered, his voice low and husky, "Let's sweat it."
Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to say something but he took this opportunity and pressed his lips on her's. Their lips moved in perfect sync, his tongue darting inside her mouth to explore her wet cavern.
Her arms shoot to wrap around his neck, her fingers finding themselves threading through his raven hair and occasionally tugging at the strands. His hands hooked under her knee, hosting her leg up to the level of his waist, her skirt rising up her thigh.
Stephen pulled away from the kiss and started kising her jawline, trailing butterfly kisses from her jawline to her neck. He bit down on her neck slightly, sucking on the spot. Her body heated up due to their heated moment.
"Stephen!" She yelped as Stephen's teeth grazed her skin a bit too harshly, a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure shooting through her body. Stephen soon reached for her clothing, the sweater she wore was soon pulled off her body by his oh so very eager hands.
Her warm back pressed up between the cold wall and his hot body. She let her hands trail down his body, feeling his toned abdominal muscles, her nails raking lightly down his sculped stomach. He groaned and feverishly kissed her, claiming her lips as his. His hands made quick work of his belt, without separating from their kiss. His wet muscle roaming about hungrily in her cavern, marking each and every corner as his own.
He pushed down his pants and freed himself from the hard constraints of his denims. He hooked his finger on her lacy panties and pulled them down, leaving the flimsy material pooling at her ankles.
He rubbed the tip of his shaft on her sensitive c**t, teasing her. She moaned into his mouth as he pushed inside inch by inch, letting both of them bask slowly in the pleasure. He thrusted his hips forward, his tip hitting just the right spot inside her making her body tremble. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, bringing him even closer.
His eyes closed and he let out puffs of hot breath just like her as the feeling of her walls around him brought overwhelming pleasure,
"Not shivering from the cold now, are we?" Stephen's whisper was muffled as his lips descended on the skin of her exposed neck. He couldn't help but bite and suck at the supple skin when she had thrown her head back and exposed the skin to his greedy grey eyes. It was too tempting for him. He bit down on her skin, marking her greedily as his.
Her hands in his hair as her fingers tugged at his raven strands with each sharp roll of his hips. He groaned against her skin. The pain and pleasure mixture had always appealed to him.
"Ahnn Stephen.. please!" An erotic dance of moans at her lips as she begged for him. He was going at a painfully slow pace which did not quite satisfy her even though he was going deep and hard.
Stephen smirked against her neck, a sly smirk, "Please what, (y/n)? You'll have to be more specific, darling." His husky whisper danced upon her skin as his tongue darted out to run over the red mark he created, aiming to give a soothing relief.
"Please... Mmn... Fas...ter! Ahh Stephen!" Another set of moans rolling off her tongue fueled his passion. His large hands gripped her waist tightly as he began pounding into her, the corner of his lips tugging upwards at another smirk.
He pulled away from her neck to look at the estatic condition of her's he had created. Eyes closed, mouth hanging open slightly as profanities mixed with moans and groans of his name poured from between those lips. Those lips, oh. How he would kiss them until they are bruised and swollen.
He leaned forward and placed his lips upon her's. His teeth descended on her lower lip, nibbling on it and bruising it. His tongue darted into her mouth, a dominating attitude to it.
The room was filled with muffled groans and moans, and skin slapping against skin. All the moans from her mouth, dissolved into his as did his groans. His hips drilled into her.
His pace had fastened considerably, his thrusts erratic as his hands had a bruising grip on her waist. She, on the other hand, was a moaning mess, her walls clenching around him. He gritted his teeth and thrusted into her hard, groaning as he felt her spasm and c*m around him, her walls clenching tightly around him. His thrusts now sloppy as groans of her name left his lips.
The socked heel of her foot dug into his waist and that further pushed him over his own edge. He groaned loudly, his eyes shut closed as he leaned his forehead on her's. Their sweaty foreheads pressed together.
"Ahh.. nghh (y/n)..nghh!"
He swore as he tried to catch his breath. Once he was able to catch his breath, he smirked at (y/n) while she threw him a confused look.
"You're hot." Red tinted her cheeks and her mouth opened to say that it was such a bad pun. But no words came out, just a moan as she tried to catch her breath.
And then she remembered. Her back was still pressed against the cold wall but the warmth of his body was all that mattered. And now that they had "sweated it", her body was just as hot as his.
"You sure know how to warm me up, Stephen."
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