Really?(Stephen Strange x reader)
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Requested by Sam11Kenobi
"Stop being such a nag about it!" Stephen shouted at his fiancée.
"I'm being a nag? Well, then go on, kill yourself saying that 'there was no other way'." (Y/n) said, folding her arms over her chest.
"Except there wasn't a choice-"
"Bullshit! There's always a choice. You either keep rolling or you either give up."
"You wouldn't understand because you weren't there!" Stephen shouted. His voice so loud that it rendered (y/n) silent. She stared at him with a hurt look. All she was saying that he shouldn't go on and kill himself. But he was being a b***h about it.
"Fine. Forgive me for trying to talk some suicidal thoughts out of your sorcerer mind." (Y/n) said and sighed loudly, walking out the door. She might as well go to a bar to cool herself off.
Stephen didn't say anything. He pinched the bridge of his nose, he believed that the two of them needed some time to clear their minds. So, he stayed at home, letting her do whatever she had in mind.
(Y/n) gulped down her fourth shot of whiskey and oh god, was it good? It helped a lot. Now she felt the anger ebb out of her. Just as she was about to order another shot, a voice called from behind her, "Let me buy you this one, beautiful."
She looked at the source of voice. It's Tony Stark.
"Mr. Stark-"
"Tony. Just call me Tony. And what might your name be, beautiful?"
"(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n)." She said with a smile.
"So, what's a beautiful girl like you doing at a bar all alone?" He said, winking at her when the two glasses of whiskey were served in front of them.
"Just... Trying to clear my head."
"Had a rough day?" He asked, his brown eyes watching her every move. She sighed, her eyes trained on her whiskey. She glanced at Tony, getting lost in his brown pools, "Somewhat like that."
"I can make it better, you know sweetheart." His lips tugged upwards in a smirk when he saw the lust in her half lidded eyes. His hand cupped her cheek, his hand swiping over her soft skin as he leaned forward to connect his lips to her's. (Y/n)'s hands pressed on the back of his neck, pulling him closer in the kiss.
"Really?" A voice sounded with disbelief as the two of them were pulled away from each other rather harshly.
"Stephen-" (y/n) started but was cut off when the said sorcerer pushed his lips against her's harshly and pushed her into the portal that he had opened behind her, teleporting them back to their room in his house. Her back was immediately pressed against their shared bed, his long slender fingers trailing up her body and finally wrapping around her wrists as he held her down with his strength. (Y/n) squirmed beneath Stephen, trying to press her legs together to get some friction due to the harshness of the kiss that made her wet. With a snap of his fingers, her clothes vanished.
"Stark can't do you like I can, (y/n)." His voice smooth as his hot breath hit her skin, his lips moving down her neck, his magic binding her wrists together above her head. His now free hands moved down to her breasts, pinching her hardened n*****s between his index finger and thumb. Moans and profanities falling from her parted lips as her back arched , pushing more into his touch.
Stephen smirked and used his magic to spread her legs apart, his large warm hand moving down her stomach and in between her legs, his slender fingers teasing her wet c**t. The whimpers that escaped her lips were swallowed hungrily by Stephen who pressed his lips on her's, engaging her in another rough kiss. His fingers entered her, going deep and mercilessly. He added a third finger and felt her walls clamp around his digits tightly. His lips formed a smirk against hers and soon she felt his digits being replaced by his shaft.
A feral moan ripped from her lips when he thrusted inside her upto the hilt, filling her up fully, her hands tugged impatiently at the magic bonds but he only smirked, tracing kisses along her jawline as he set a punishing pace.
"Can Stark make you feel this way?" He thrusted inside her harder, hitting her g-spot. His hands cupping her breasts tightly in his large hands, his skin pressed against her's .
"Answer me!" He thrusted particularly rough, ripping moans from her. "No..." She whimpered, writhing underneath his strength.
"You're Mine. Only mine. Not Stark's." He thrusted hard and deep with each syllable. "Tell me." His voice deep as he husked near her ear.
"Yes! Stephen!" (Y/n) cried out as she felt her o****m wash over her, her toes curling as she arched her back.
"That's more like it." Stephen grunted, thrusting inside her even harder now, chasing his own o****m. His hard and deep thrusts brought her closer to yet another o****m.
"Damn...! (Y/n)!" Stephen growled, releasing inside her as she came again.
"Mine," he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss on her forehead as he rolled down her,pulling her towards him, enveloping her in the warmth of his body.
"I'm... I'm sorry, (y/n)..." Before he could say anything else, (y/n) leaned up and gently pressed her swollen lips to his, silencing him.
"Me too, Stephen. I'm sorry too." She said, smiling up at him.
"It's alright, I love you, (y/n)."
"I love you, Stephen, I always will."
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