Give me all your Lovin'
He’s been eyeing you throughout the whole ceremony. Eyes piercing right through your soul and astral form. It was his decision for you to stand at the front. Stealing innocent glances now and then, often licking his lips, but you knew – it was just a game, his lips didn’t get dry THAT fast. Smiling to yourself you lower your head so that Mordo wouldn’t notice your smile.
He and Strange looked like best friends for everyone else standing here with you. But you knew that secretly they were competing. All the time. Since Strange came to Kamar-Taj all broken and in desperate need for guidance. Ancient One gladly accepted him, taught him everything he knew (I’m using the comics here) let him into the world with a bag of knowledge and the fate of the universe on his shoulders. Of course, Mordo felt hurt when he didn’t get the spot as the Sorcerer Supreme, so he decided to become friends with Strange. That fucking honour-hungry pig.
You roll your eyes and in the corner of your vision you notice Mordo standing all proud and smiling. You have to admit, your training has been going well, the newly applied tactics were actually working. Strange thanked Mordo for the ‘wonderful idea’ and admitted that ‘without my dear friend it wouldn’t have been possible’. You clap automatically, along with every other student, all dressed in the same grey robes. Mordo takes ‘the stage’ and starts talking, glancing once in a while in your direction. Strange also looks at you. He’s sitting on a chair, legs spread in a manly, a bit dominant way. He pretends to play with the end of his robes, trying to hide any suspicions towards him. You turn around and survey the crowd – eyes bright and yearning for knowledge, all glued to the man on the top step of the staircase. You steal a glace at Stephen, of course, he’s already looking at you. You can’t fucking wait until this shitshow ends. Maintaining a perfect posture is hard and the back of your neck hurts. A bath, hot bath is all you need now. Not a long ass speech about how Mordo woke up one morning and felt enlightenment.
He’s been trying to romance you. Many, many times. Perhaps he felt like this was a competition between him and Strange, when the latter took an interest in you. Talks in the yard in the late evening, permissions to use more advanced books, right from the Sorcerer Supreme’s collection, and repeatedly occurring taps on your shoulder. Mordo picked up on a subtle hints as well, and tried to sway you to his side – tea, which was ‘personally made by him from the best tea leaves in the world’, sweets and chocolates on your bed, books that had nothing to do with sorcery and he picked those for his best student when he was away, on an important business trip. You did nothing about it. Weirdly enough, the attention from two men was pleasing and welcomed, but Mordo gave up as he saw a little scene in the courtyard recently, when Strange kissed your cheek. Nothing romantical, he was just grateful when you helped him find the spell that he was looking for the whole week. The gifts and sweets stopped; tea breaks became only a rare, professional occasion. You and Strange, on the other hand, began meeting more often. Portals open to New York, breakfast in cafes, late night visits to your chamber. Couple of hook-ups here and there, and you were falling for the ex-surgeon faster than failing student’s math grades.
“Thank you, my friends for everything, only you made it work, thank you” Mordo says humbled and bows to the crowd before him. Stephen stands up and joins in the applause. Mordo disappears somewhere inside, and everyone falls into chatter, slowly moving towards their rooms. You linger, waiting for certain someone to approach you. Stephen, passing by, a serious look on his face, slips a note into your hand and disappears in the sea of grey.
‘5 minutes, your room’ the note says and as you read it, the text burns out and disappears. You look around to make sure no one saw the encounter and speed a bit towards you room. As you reach it, and sit down on your bed, ready to take these uncomfortable boots off, two quick knocks on your door signal that your five minutes are over. You jump and hurry to open the doors and see Stephen standing with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He checks if no one saw him come here and locks the door behind him.
“What pleasure do I owe the Master of the Mystic Arts now?” you ask teasingly.
“Big one, y/n, really big one” a moment of silence is broken by the mix of your laughs.
“I was planning to call it a night early, I’m dog tired” you say as you walk to the window and close the blinds. With one snap of his fingers, Strange lights up 2 candles on your table.
“I wanted to congratulate you, y/n.” Your head turns to him, he has your full attention now. “On surviving Mordo’s big challenge training lessons” he laughs and pulls a rose from behind of his back.
“Aw, you really shouldn’t have, anyone can survive that shit” you step closer and take the rose from him, admiring its beauty. Although created with magic, the flower still makes your heart swell at the man who looks so out of place in your small room.
You put the rose on your book table and stretch your hand out to the sorcerer. He takes it and with one swift movement you’re standing chest to chest, both heavily breathing all of a sudden. His hand touches your cheek – scarred, rough hands colliding with your soft skin, the contact sends electricity through your body. Without waiting for anything, he pulls you into a kiss. It’s rough, passionate, and breath-taking, he’s always expressing his emotions through actions rather than words. A sigh, more like a suppressed moan, escapes your lips and he pulls away, filling his lungs with oxygen, feeling a strong pressure in his pant already.
“Oh, what’s that for?” you breath out. He only pulls you against his chest again and says nothing, lips already on your neck. You shiver, neck has always been your sweet spot and Stephen manages to hit it with a calculated precision. Your hands find their way to his hair, tugging at the roots and finally getting a low grunt from the man. Your lower half is busy with slowly but confidently rubbing his legs, avoiding the prize at all costs, he’s doing the same, only his knee is trying to break the defence wall of your knees. Your hands reach the back of his neck, rubbing and massaging the tense spot. He bites your neck, and you exclaim silently, “hey, watch it, gonna leave a mark”.
“Shuuush” he drags out the world as his tongue licks your neck up till your jawline. The action is so dirty that your legs turn to jelly and the only reason you’re still standing is because your hands are tightly holding onto his waist. He notices that and takes the hint that it’s finally time to lay down into a more comfortable position. In a blink of the eye, you’re laying on your bed, Stephen on you, hands on both sides of your head, his knee finally in between your legs, which you spread widely, welcoming him. Strange looks at the action and smirks, bringing his hips to yours. The move is so quick and unexpected that a loud moan escapes your lips. His crotch begins rubbing your pussy through the thick material of both your pants. He grunts again and you pull him into another kiss, moving your hips to match the rhythm of his, your hands wander on his back, pulling him even closer, and slowly trying to get him out of his clothes. Unsuccessful and frustrated you pull away from the kiss.
“Fuck, it’s so hot in here” you heavily breath out and look at the man above you – hair all messed up, swollen lips and red tinted cheeks. “Come on, take off your clothes.” You sit up, Strange does as he’s told, getting rid of his robes and now taking off his belt. Your hand stops him mid-action, “pants on, mister” you order, and with a boyish grin he obeys. You look at his toned bare chest, fingers automatically touching him from the waist to his neck and back, stopping on his belt.
He waits for nothing and hurriedly takes off your robes, dropping them somewhere on the floor. His hungry eyes look at your breasts, sitting all nicely in that pretty blood-red bra. Hands, desperate for contact, touch your boobs, and soon he’s leaving kisses on your chest, kissing through the material, pulling edges of your bra with his teeth. You can’t take the ache that’s building between your legs anymore and push him away, swiftly changing positions, so that now you’re on top of him, slowly rubbing your aching cores together. He likes when you’re on top, he can see how you roll your hips shamelessly, begging for more contact with your actions, because words are never enough.
You kiss him hungrily, forgetting everything in the world, until a knock on your door startles you both. You sit on Stephen's legs, he sits up on his bed, pulling you close to him, as if he wants to cover your nakedness from the unexpected guest.
"Y/n?" Mordo calls from behind the door. You and Stephen roll your eyes simultaneously and he shows you only with his eyes, that you should say something and get rid of him as soon as possible.
"Yes, Karl?" you coo, trying to calm your breathing down to seem as normal and as sleepy as possible.
"I'm sorry to bother you at such late hour, but have you seen Stephen somewhere?" you and Strange both look at each other with panicked looks and he nudges you to say something.
"Strange? Oh, no. Haven't seen him since the ceremony. Did something happen?" you try to sound worried but Stephen's hands slowly started tickling your sides. You roll your hips on his crotch as a revenge move, he stuffes a moan. Two can play that game.
"Oh, no, no, don't worry, I just wanted to find him before I went to sleep to say that we have an important meeting tomorrow early in the morning. I just thought that you saw him wandering somewhere on the grounds here, but I'll check New York Sanctum just in case." Mordo calls back and you wait for him to say more, which he eventually does, "Thank you, good night, y/n."
"Good night, Karl. I hope your meeting goes well."
"Is he gone?" Strange asks in a whisper.
"I think so" you answer, not letting your eyes down from the doors.
A minute or two pass by in a mystic silence that always surrounded the place. Relief washes over you and Strange puts his hands on your butt, pushing you even closer to him and says, "come on baby, give me all your lovin' now. "
You raise an eyebrow and say in a singing manner "ZZ Top, Eliminator, 1983"
"Ooh, someone did their homework tonight" he laughs and kisses a space between your boobs. Soon his hungry lips reach your niples, biting and sucking, never giving you a break, almost driving you over the edge right there and right now. You can't take it any longer, your panties are so wet, it probably leaked through the pants.
"Stephen, please, I want you inside." you moan as silently as possible, God knows who might be passing by your room.
"I can't say no now, can I?" he tries to sound serious but the lust in his eyes give away all his plans.
"You can always say no, but Master, I'm afraid that you don't want to." you push him on the hard mattress - comfort was never really appreciated in Mystic Arts. With one swift move of the hand, Stephen makes both your pants dissappear into thin air, you breath out heavily as the cold gust makes contact with your heated lower half. He waits for nothing - kisses you rather roughly, and as his mouth is busy, his hands are occupied as well - rubbing your clit slowly, teasing your entrance with the middle finger. The kiss stuffles your moans but the little whimpers still manage to get out. He moans into your mouth too - the low voice rumbles through his chest into yours - erotic and dirty - exactly how you like it; exactly how Stephen likes it.
After this unbearable teasing and playing he finally obeys to your wish that was expressed minutes, or maybe hours, earlier. With Stephen under you, it's easy to get lost in time. His cock slides right into you and you both moan out loud at the feeling. You swear that you saw stars for a moment, but Strange's quick pace brings you back to Earth and back to this moment. As you move up and down, your breasts jump quite uncomfortably so you take his hands, the hands he's so insecure about, and put on your boobs. The light squeezing sends a shockwave to your core and you almost cum right away. The way your pussy clenches his cock, he knows that you're not gonna last long. But neither is he.
In a blink of an eye, Strange switches places with you - he's on top, quickening the pace and holding a hand over your mouth to silence your dirty dirty moans - they are for his ears only.
"Shit, y/n, I'm so close" he breaths out in a restrained voice, taking his hand off your mouth and resting it beside your head.
"Me too, keep going, keep going, baby" a moan escapes your lips, you don't fucking care anymore who might hear you, the pleasure is clouding your mind once again.
The room feels hot. Candles on your table are burning out.The slight squeaking of your bed, the slaps of your hips when he goes into you balls deep and the synchronized pants fill the small space.
You give in to the pleasure. The orgasm overtakes your body, convulsing under the body of your lover. Your moan is stuck somewhere in your throat, now only the oxygen is what you want to get. Stephen's hands squeezing yours is what brings you back from your delirious state - he's close. Fingers interlocked with yours, he's putting his whole weight on your palms now, and a moment later he lets out the sexiest grunt you've ever heard from a man. His hot seed spills into you, making you close your eyes and savour this moment.
He collapses on the bed, so close to you, his fingers still squeezing yours, knuckles a light shade of white. You both catch your breaths, clear thoughts finally returning to your head.
He turns onto the side and looks at you. Hair messy, little drops of sweat on glistening your forehead in the faint cande light, eyes half closed, but ready for anything unexpected. You were the most beautiful woman to him right now. His pointer finger slowly traces circles on your chest and you murmur to him, the words are so silent that if he wasn't paying attention, he probably thought it was his imagination.
"You're staying?"
He's silent. You open your eyes and take a good look at him. He want to say, to scream even, 'yes, of course, I'm never leaving', but different words leave his mouth, "You know I can't." His thumb caresses your chin and he leans in for one last kiss - a good night's kiss. You don't pull away for as long as you can, but all good things must come to an end.
In a blink of your eye, he's dressed up again, 'business' look on his face, but the disguise is ruined as he slips out the door and closes it. A moment later, an air kiss is sent your way through the gap of the door and he winks at you, still laying naked on the covers of your bed.
"Fuck his morning meeting." you whisper to no one in particular and get up to the shower. No doubt, you're gonna sleep well tonight.