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Stark Universe | Chapter One

Doctor Stephen Strange x Stark!Reader (not liking each other that much), Obadiah Stane x Stark!Reader (super hateful)

summary: Being Tony Stark's younger sister had most definitely its perks, but sometimes it felt similar to being a kindergarten teacher, maybe even his personal nanny. During her brother's disappearance, [Y/N] led Stark Industries under the watchful eye of Obadiah Stane. A visit as one of the main sponsors of the Metro-General Hospital in New York City led the young woman straight into the arms of Doctor Stephen Douchebag Strange.

timeline: We're starting in 2010 (the first Iron Man film); Tony has already disappeared and is nowhere to be found. [Y/N] steps into the limelight for the first time - the result of her being the new head of Stark Industries (Obie-Dobie doesn't like that very much, but hey, it's basically a monarchy, so deal with it, dumbass). She is twelve years younger than Tony, and six years younger than Stephen (he was born in 1976 because I said so), which makes her 28 years old in 2010. I know this goes against a reader insert text, and you can certainly ignore that piece of information, but I just needed an outline for myself!

word count: 3.8k

warnings: Stephen being a little shit for a moment, Obie-Dobie Wankenobi is a disgusting misogynist, mentions of illness and death, children (because they're a warning), mentions of acute insomnia, Pepper being the loveliest human on planet earth, swearing

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New York City, 2010

The phone’s vibration in her bag snatched [Y/N] back into the cruel reality her life had turned into. Not wanting to face another rising problem, she tried to ignore it as best she could because every call in the last few weeks since Tony’s disappearance had been about the company. And she just couldn’t handle another call to tell her what responsibilities she had to face – again. But the caller was relentless; the vibration of the phone ceased for only a handful of seconds before starting all over again.

Tears of utter exhaustion bubbled up in her eyes, and the Stark was glad there was a divider between the chauffeur and the backseats. She couldn’t handle the pitying stares any longer, especially in a situation like this one, where she was close to a full-on breakdown. Swallowing the slowly rising bile, [Y/N] rummaged inside her back to find the damn phone she wasn’t allowed to just throw into the Hudson. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking violently, not even after she got a hold of the vibrating piece of metal and stared at the illuminated screen.

She knew the number by heart now.

“Obadiah,” she greeted him with a measured tone after accepting the call. She knew how the older man hated hearing emotions taking their toll on her. He never was a fan of those, to begin with. A deeply displeased sigh reached her ear within a matter of seconds. “What did I tell you about that phone?” In this instant, she felt like a schoolgirl all over again, even though she called two PhDs, an MD, and a JD her own. She wasn’t a schoolgirl by any means anymore, even before the universe decided again to treat her differently than others and to push her to grow up even faster. Nonetheless, she swallowed the retort lying on her tongue back down her throat. “Accept the first call,” she replied while closing her eyes tiredly.

I am already so done with this shit.

It was as if [Y/N] could see him sitting in his chair and nodding slowly right before her eyes. “That’s right. What took you so long this time? Your lack of handling your emotions like an awful lot of women out there?” Anger boiled inside her, but again, she ground her teeth and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m sitting in the car on my way to the Metro-General. I just didn’t hear it, that’s all.” Yes, keep going! You’re doing great! Lying to herself was a laughable easy task by now. Obadiah seemed partly pleased. “Good, because you are not like the other foolish women out there. You can’t let your emotions control your actions. Have you finally learned that?” You little misogynist piece of shit was all she could think of. He really had to learn how to make proper compliments without insulting people while doing so. “Yes, Obadiah.” No. And she never intended to learn it because her emotions defined her entire being.

Bending forward, the Stark leaned her forehead heavily against the divider and closed her eyes. How was she supposed to withstand the coming years with this man right behind her back to watch every single step of hers? Always peeking over her shoulders, always demanding, always hateful? It was a question the Stark just couldn’t answer.

I guess I have to see for myself.

The thought made her even more nauseous. Taking a deep breath, [Y/N] tried to control her voice as best as possible. “Why do you call, anyway? Is something happening in the company? Something I have to deal with?” She just wanted to end this damn call and go about her day without having to think about his constant presence on her back. But Obadiah was hard to forget – in the worst possible meaning. “I only wanted to remind you of your responsibilities for next week. After the events in New York, you will fly straight to DC and meet with the Secretary of Defense to go through the new contracts. After what happened overseas…,” [Y/N] shut her eyes as tightly as she could to prevent the tears from falling down her cheeks, “Well, they want more to protect the country. They need more. I don’t care about your moral standards, [Y/N], and I never will because it is not in the interest of Stark Industries – and you have to think the same way if you want ongoing success for this company.” His voice was stern, borderlining to being pushy, and she almost let the retort, instantly forming in her head, out of her mouth.

Almost.

Her index finger slowly traced over the seam of the backseat, felt the ruth material underneath it, and tried to focus on this feeling. The Stark could almost imagine that the seam belonged to one of Tony’s suits, and she grabbed his arm at one of the many events they attended as the unbreakable Stark Duo. She always stroked over the soft fabric and felt along the seam to occupy her mind while anxiety rushed through her entire body.

“I’ll reach out as soon as the contract is signed,” was all she could push out of her mouth, and gazed out the window. “I have to go. Don’t wanna be too late.” Not even waiting for another response, [Y/N] ended the call and pushed the phone back into the bag. That was her own way of showing rebellion against this man. It was a small act, nearly childish, but she didn’t care.

It got less and lesser of what she cared for.

"You can do this. You can do this." The mumbling stopped for a second. Thoughts ran through her head at lightning speed. "You have to do it." This one suited her much better because only a single thread held her composure up, and without it, she would be lost. But losing herself was most definitely not an option, neither now nor at any other point in her life. Not since her brother never came back from his supposedly short trip to Afghanistan and back to Malibu within seventy-two hours. But he never came back, and instead, Rhodey had called and told her everything that had happened and anything they knew – which was basically nothing at all.

Weeks had passed since then, and everyone expected her to function properly, and she did. Barely, but she managed to push through every obstacle and even managed to get a hold of the books and responsibilities of being the head of Stark Industries. They had given her a crash course in finances, the games the board loved to play, and literally anything else that could be of use in the long run. Nobody believed that Tony Stark would ever come back home, and even [Y/N] had lost every ounce of hope.

Sighing, she opened her eyes again as soon as one of the backdoors got unlocked, and Pepper Potts slid into the backseat of the car. The smell of freshly made coffee and some unidentifiable food, packed in a brown paper bag, wafted straight into her nostrils, and the Stark inhaled the tempting aroma. The redhead smiled proudly, and both - the cup of coffee and the food – found their respectable way into her hands.

"I thought you could use something to eat and something to wake you up a bit more. Another sleepless night?" [Y/N] nodded, almost shyly and embarrassed, before raising the cup to her lips and taking the first sip of liquid energy. The car pulled back into the steady traffic of New York City, and with another tired sigh, she let her head fall against the window, her eyes locked on the passing streets and buildings. "'M not even sure when I last slept. Three days ago? Four? What day is today, anyway?" She was an utter mess, but Pepper seemed to not mind at all. Quite the opposite. The woman understood her to an extent others couldn't muster even if they'd try really hard.

Another sip followed her words. "It's Thursday. I wish I could tell you about the relaxing weekend lying ahead of you, but it's more the opposite," Pepper explained, reading in her little notebook she had started shortly after [Y/N] had taken over the reins. The Stark shrugged, unimpressed. "Didn't think it would be any different. What's up this week?" She swallowed another sip of the searing hot coffee, but the heat helped her shake up her mind. How she hated to think this slow. It felt like a handicap in every possible meaning.

The sound of turned pages mixed with the cars' engines, the horns echoing through the skyscraper valleys, and the angry screaming of even angrier cab drivers. She had missed the buzzing city that was New York, and the thought of going back to Malibu alone made her stomach turn in unpleasant ways. She should just stay here, in this very city where she grew up and which was the closest to be called home.

"Metro-General invited you to one of their dinner. They said, and I'm quoting, "If a Stark is in the city and already visiting us, we have to invite them." Mr. Stane said that it would be best if you'd attend because the press is getting restless." [Y/N] scoffed indignantly. One of her hands racked through her hair, probably ruining it in the process, but she just didn't care enough to stop. "I presume he meant the board is getting uneasy with me because they think I lost my mind or some shit. But to be honest, I don't care. I'm going there because I care for the hospital, their patients and because there, I can grant them even more money. I don't need it for myself, so people can work with it and try to change the world." Uneasiness fueled her body, and the Stark fidgeted in the seat before throwing her head back at the headrest.

"What else?" She asked, already exhausted, and downed the coffee in one go. Pepper started to turn pages again, and [Y/N] let her head roll to the other side to watch her assistant carefully. "Mr. Stane accepted an invitation for a gala in honor of…" The redhead didn't even have to finish the sentence for her to know its ending.

"No."

Nothing more came out of her mouth before turning to the window and staring out again. The New Yorker sky opened its clouds, and the rain started to patter on car roofs, the street, the sidewalk, and the people out there, trying to get to their respective destinations as dry as possible. How absolutely-fucking fitting. [Y/N] wanted to leave this car, walk in the rain, and feel alive again. Maybe. Maybe not. She didn't know if that was still a possibility for her. Nevertheless, running away from events held in honor of her brother seemed like a pleasant thing to do.

Pepper sighed silently, closed the little notebook and rubbed soothingly over [Y/N]’s shoulder closest to her. "I'm talking to Mr. Stane about it."

He will drag me there, anyway. I don't have a say in a single matter anymore, she thought darkly and closed her stinging eyes again. The lack of sleep was something she couldn't control, just like her entire life at this point. She felt sick, sickly tired, and exhausted to such an extent that the woman had to ask herself what was waiting for her in a week or two. A delirium? Death itself? Whatever it would be:

Everything was better than this state of scarcely existing.

It had been way easier to get out of the car than firstly expected. [Y/N] has never been this proud of herself in her life, and after that, she even enjoyed the tour through the hospital. Where Tony had funded and supported his preferred causes, she had used her money to fund schools, hospitals, and research facilities. He had always told her how much she resembled their mother with this trait, and the younger Stark felt strangely connected to the woman she had spent too little time with before her death. Even now, two decades later, she felt guilt creeping up inside her while thinking about the woman she had adored with her whole body.

"Miss Stark!" – "Mrs. Stark is here!" – "Where?! Let me through, Poppy!" – "But I want to say Hello too, Darrell!" – "I'm sicker than you, you have to let me go first!"- "That's so stupid, Lily. You gave me your ice cream yesterday because we decided I was sicker than you."

The overly excited voices of even more excited kids echoed through the hallways as [Y/N] walked next to the Head of Pediatrics. A smile crept up on her lips – the first genuine smile in weeks – and she chuckled to herself as soon as she saw the waiting kids. Small hands waved in her direction after rounding the last corner, and the surgeon next to her grinned. "Ever since we knew you were coming, they couldn't sit still…" One of the nurses laughed. "Or stop talking, for that matter," she added and accompanied them over to the room they usually use for her visits.

"You're up early, guys," greeted [Y/N] with a grin tucking at her lips before embracing the first child with her arms. "Beth. I really have hoped I wouldn't see you here again." The blonde girl looked up at her and smiled widely despite her situation. "Mama took me home after you last visited, but I haven't felt well the last few weeks, and she thought it would be better if I'm back here before starting the new cycle of chemo." The Stark softly pushed blonde strands behind the girl's ears and nodded understandingly. "Well, I'm happy to see you again, love." The girl grinned and went back to her plushy chair.

She went from child to child, greeting familiar faces, learning new names, and got filled with all the latest gossip there was within the group of kids. It felt like another home, and having an impact on all their lives was an honor the Stark thought she would never feel in her life. But these children looked up to her; she was their role model in every way possible. It was an experience one had to make to understand fully the importance of having influence and exerting said influence. What her brother had done with his portion of influence – and what she carried on for the sake of her family name – wasn't to her liking, but she understood why he had done it. She wanted to be different, maybe even better, and she didn't intend to disappoint these kids. She never wanted to witness how the spark in their eyes slowly died down.

Laughter filled the room and the adjacent corridor, and hurriedly small, running feet went from one end to another. "We got the homework from everyone!" Marlin announced with a proudly swelled chest while sorting the small stack of papers and books by names. "You really want to check every homework?" The small voice of one of the new girls asked, and the Stark nodded, smiling. "Of course, love. That's part of why I'm here." They didn't need to know that this was a straight-up lie because the grinning faces were reward enough. Who could claim their homework was corrected by [Y/N] fucking Stark?

They are happy, and I have something to do and occupy my mind. Win-win, as I would call it.

But the peace and happiness got destroyed only heartbeats later by a demanding, arrogant voice – and, of course, it was one of humanity's greatest gifts. "Could someone explain why these children are up here and not on their unit, inside their rooms and beds?" The Stark didn't even bother to turn around to face the doorway to their little sanctum of comfort and happiness. Instead, she started to go through the worksheets and tasks the kids had to do this week. "Care to explain why you have to yell over the entire floor? Nobody in here is deaf." [Y/N] was never too proud to counter someone's stupidity and audacity. The kids chuckled in unison, even though some of them seemed to be intimidated by this man that she had to ask herself which specimen blessed her with its replaceable presence. He almost sneered in her back after taking a deep breath. "The audacity you own." Now, [Y/N] just had to laugh and shook her head before finally spinning in her chair to face him.

"Oh, now it's me who owns the audacity. Who yelled through the entire floor and demanded answers only seconds ago? It certainly wasn't me, Doctor." She mocked him with his title, and everyone in their close proximity who had ears and a brain knew that. Seeing his face twisting and twitching to maintain his composure was too amusing to regret anything at all. Before the black-haired man could open his mouth another time, a woman emerged next to him and pulled at his arm.

"Stop with whatever thought you wanted to throw her in the face, Stephen. That's [Y/N] Stark," she whisper-yelled in his ear, but the Stark could hear every single word of it. She leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and smiled mockingly. "A real pleasure, Doctor Strange." She knew him. Of course, she knew him because it was her checks who funded his research about neurogenesis. She admired him for his works but certainly not for his character and attitude, which always showed through his demeanor, especially during medical talks and interviews. It was strange how much he reminded her of her brother in that matter. And it was a tragedy that another member of nature’s most insufferable creation was not only the most insufferable person she ever had the pleasure to read about – he, of course, got the full-blow of handsomeness.

I may not like his character, but I can still look very un-respectfully.

Realization seemed to hit him like a truck at full speed, and he cleared his throat. "Miss Stark, I…" But she interrupted him straight away. "Quit whatever you wanted to do or say. You don't need to charm me or whatever bullshit you always do to get what you want. I'm not interested in your character, attitude, or whatever others need to see if they are thinking about giving their money away. I'm not them. I don't fund to get a dividend at the end of each quarter." People's ways to gain more money were so restricted and naturally narrow that [Y/N] didn't understand them. She didn't want to even try. Strange cocked one of his dark eyebrows. "Why do you invest, then?" The woman started to grin. "Wrong term. Investment people want to get something in return, mostly money, but people who fund research? Well, we're not interested in money because we already own enough. I can't speak for the intention of others, but my intentions are simple." Another nonchalant shrug. "I want to see results. Life-changing things. Approaches never in existence before, so we can create a better world for those who have to live longer than we have to, and especially for those who come after. Simple as that."

It was in her blood, these life-changing wishes and approaches. Once, a long time ago, her father helped to shape the last century, and since a few weeks back, her brother had shaped their century. Well, he had started to do so. And maybe now it was her turn to get up and see if the footsteps of the men in her family were too big for her.

Or too small.

The corner of her mouth twitched at that thought.

The doctor looked dumbfounded, and [Y/N] could imagine that this occurred little to never, so she had achieved what she wanted. "Well, Doctor Strange. I don't wanna keep you away from your work any longer. Mr. Hawthorne already got the check for the next quarter, so… research away." And with that, she spun in her chair again and dedicated her full attention to the kids again. But they just stared in awe at the woman in front of them and couldn't close their mouths anymore.

"I wanna be just like her someday."

Never in his life was Doctor Stephen Strange this furious as he was in the moments after leaving the presence of none less than [Y/N] fucking Stark. His insides burned; his mind raced a million miles per second. He strode through the doctor's lounge, the sound of the boiling coffee machine in the background, and the door opened to let Christine inside. At the sight of his state, she closed it quickly and grabbed herself a mug to pour some coffee.

"She is even wittier in person."

Strange seethed and stirred profusely in his own mug. "Witty?! She owns the biggest forsaken attitude I ever saw on a person!" The other doctor hid the eye roll and smiled behind the mug full of steaming coffee. "Sure." Stephen shook his head and leaned his hip against the kitchenette counter. "And this person is giving me money. I can't believe it." Christine now openly rolled her eyes and nudged his side. "She is funding your research, to be precise. She isn't paying you, Stephen. What is wrong?" She always knew if something was off, and the Strange sighed before answering. "Nothing, she just… she gets under one's skin, I guess."

If he were honest with himself, Stephen would admit how intimidating and unique the Stark woman was and how she threw him off his tracks. He wasn't one for crushes because he had way too much and too important work on the outline of his life, but she… Well. She was different. He had to admire her point of view on certain aspects of life, but he would never admit more than that. Not only because of his moral standards but also because this woman was the most insufferable being he had ever met in his life.

Christine nodded slowly. "Maybe you two would get along pretty well if you'd meet each other someday again. She seemed… a bit tense, but her brother just disappeared, so that's totally understandable." The Strange hadn't thought about that, but it didn't concern him, so why should he think about it now? But his brain had other plans, and Christine knew that, judging by the smile on her face. "I think I heard someone talking about her being at the dinner tomorrow night," she grinned and lifted one of her eyebrows. The man rolled his eyes. "I don't know what you're trying to suggest, Palmer."

Of course, he knew. He had known this woman since college. And maybe - the slightest maybe - he possibly had thought about going there and talking to [Y/N] Stark since Christine had brought up the possibility of it.

But that would never happen because the universe had other plans for them.

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Forbidden (Part 7): That Was A First

+18 Smut

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The night with Stephen at the Sanctum Sanctorum takes a somewhat interesting turn

Word Count: 5,6k

Warnings: Dry humping, cuming in pants (and panties)

A/N: This was such a fun to write and I really hope you guys like it. It isn't much but be patient with our reader, she is learning ;)

SERIES MASTERLIST

Ultraviolet played softly through the TV speakers as you and Stephen were sprawled out on the couch in the living room of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

The night that seemed to be a real failure, took a completely different turn when he rescued you from one of the terrible parties at Mike's house and now you were lost between kisses, confessions and giggles.

"So..." He pressed when he noticed that you were too quiet while listening to the song.

You smile broadly. "It's hard to be impartial in my analysis when you said you think of me when you listen to this song."

He chuckled, placing a small kiss on your cheek and moving his lips down your chin and then back up, practically nuzzling his face onto yours. The touch of the goatee making your body tingle. He bit your earlobe and whispered to the lyrics of the song to tease you.

"Baby, baby, baby, light my way."

His baritone was so sexy in that context that it made your entire body shake.

"Okay, I think I like it... very much." You responded, cupping his face and pulling him back to your lips. Again and again. You just knew that you would never be tired of kissing those lips.

He hummed with satisfaction, his arms that were around your waist pulled you closer and you fit your leg between his, easily getting used to that new proximity.

When you broke the kiss you found yourself tracing the small bruises on his face. You didn't like that, it was inconceivable for you that someone or something would want to hurt such a pretty face.

"Are you going to tell me how you got hurt?"

He sighed. "I had a meeting with two former Kamar Tag students who ended up taking the wrong path and they didn’t make things easy for me. My mission was to bring them back or..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but you understood. You weren't naive, Stephen's job was to protect the world, but not all people could be saved, especially not when they became a danger to other people. Tony had already explained that to you.

"Maybe it's better if I don't talk about my work..." Stephen started to say, but you interrupted him.

"No, please. You can tell me anything. I'm not a child, Stephen. I understand how the world works.

He smiled and closed his eyes when he felt your fingers on his face again.

"I just hate seeing you hurt. Especially those cheekbones." You placed a small kiss on his wound and watched as he moved his fingers in a complicated gesture and a golden light emanated from them. He brought the light to his face and like magic the bruises closed and then disappeared as if they had never been there.

"Better now?" He smiled widely, probably noticing your surprised and delighted expression.

"This was so incredible!" You gasped.

"You haven't seen anything yet, sweetheart." He giggled holding your face in both hands and kissing your lips softly.

"Then show me. I want to see you do magic."

"I prefer the term spells." He corrected you and you rolled your eyes.

"It's the same thing."

"We'll have plenty of time for that. I promise. And eventually I can use a spell or two on you." He teased, pulling you back to his lips and you surrendered with a hum, letting him control the kiss.

You couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, but a part of you liked the idea. Dating a sorcerer was pretty sexy, actually.

Stephen pushed his hips against you so you could feel his hard on and although it was all new, you didn't flinch this time, on the contrary, you let out a little moan in his lips that made him tangle his fingers in your hair and deepen the kiss, turning it into a clash of angry tongues and teeth.

He was the one who pulled away gently and then admitted it, "Fuck, sweetheart, look what you do to me." Then he grabbed your hand and brought it to his hip. You palmed his erection, slightly surprised at how massively large he seemed even confined within those tight jeans.

He sighed satisfied with the touch, staring at you as if he wanted to analyze your reaction.

You opened your mouth and closed it again, biting the inside of your cheek instead of saying what was on your mind.

"What is it?" He asked and you hid your face in the crook of his neck inhaling deeply, delighting in his scent.

"No no, sweetheart, let's make a deal. From now on you're going to tell me whatever's on your mind. Okay? You can trust me."

"I don't know..."

"Y/n...please."

You groaned in surrender. "I was just going to say that you just feel so..."

"Big?" He teased with a cocky smile.

You nodded, hiding your face in him again. "I mean, how is this supposed to fit..."

"It won't be a problem, love, you were made to take me inside you. You'll see."

Stephen couldn't believe you were there in his arms after he spent so long pining over you believing he could never have you. It was even more unbelievable when he realized that he would be your first. There were so many things he wanted to show you, so many ways to achieve pleasure. He was dying to finally have you, but he was mature enough to understand that he would have to have a little patience. He would have to take it slow, testing the water and seeing how far you would let him go.

Stephen had been without sex for almost six months and it was making it harder for him to hold himself together, being there alone with you in his arms and although he was mature enough to control himself, a part of him was willing to tease you a little and that was precisely what he did when he grabbed the fabric of your dress and lifted it up a little revealing your thighs to him.

"You know, America bought a certain magazine and I ended up seeing some pretty compromising photos of you."

You smiled proudly, but didn't say anything.

"Imagine my surprise when I discovered that you have a tattoo here." He said, finally laying eyes on the intricate bouquet of flowers that you had tattooed on your right thigh and that outlined it getting dangerously close to your crotch. He traced the outlines of the design with his trembling fingers, moving up your dress enough to get a peek at your panties. They were pink and lacy, and his cock pulsed inside his pants.

"Did you like it?" You asked innocently and Stephen swallowed thickly.

"Oh, I loved it." He responded mischievously and then turned his attention back to the actual drawing. "But I'm curious, why tattoo here?"

"Looks good in a bikini." You responded with a playful smile on your lips.

"Hum, I guess I need to see that."

"You'll have to take me to the beach."

"Oh, it's definitely in my plans now."

You smiled broadly already contemplating the idea of seeing Stephen in trunks.

"So, you liked the photos?"

"I loved them, sweetheart, but I don't like the idea of other men looking at you.

"Hum, jealous?"

He smirked. "Perhaps a bit, but I definitely loved the photos."

You hummed happily watching him trace the flower petals gently with his fingers.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, genuinely curious. Stephen never thought about getting tattooed. Not because of the pain, he was used to feeling pain, but because he didn't think it suited him. It was totally the opposite with you. He loved each one of your tattoos.

"Tattooing?"

"Yeah."

You thought for a second as if you were choosing the best way to explain.

"It hurts a little, not a lot. But it depends on the place too. This one was pretty painful. But I have a good resistance to tattoo pain. It's quite different with piercings, though."

"I heard that some people even like the pain." He pointed out and you grimaced.

"Definitely not me. I am a crybaby when it comes to pain."

He smirked, pulling down your dress again and covering the tattoo completely. "I'll be very gentle, then."

You felt your cheeks getting hot again. He was so cocky and sweet and dirty all at the same time. He was passionate and you couldn't resist him, you could feel yourself literally melting for him, totally aware of the wetness in your panties and you had never felt that way for any man.

Suddenly you felt a little bold.

"There's one you haven't seen yet." You told him knowing it would make him interested and at the same time trying to hide how much his comment messed with you. "No one has seen it yet."

He smirked kissing you "I'm afraid to ask where it is, sweetheart."

You chuckled, turning onto your stomach and crossing your feet, swaying your legs cutely in the air.

"Why don't you search for it, then?" You suggested giving him a sweet wink.

He chuckled in disbelief but gave in to curiosity and sat down.

"Is not here." He said tickling your feet and making you giggle. His hands ran down your legs and you closed your eyes feeling the heat and gentle tremor of his hands running up your thighs.

"It's not on your legs, nor on your thighs. Perhaps..."

You bit your bottom lip when his hands went under your dress. That was without a doubt the most erotic thing you had ever done. - Forget the shitty handjob.

"Can I?" Stephen asked, a little unsure of what he was doing, but when you hummed positively, he felt impelled to continue. He lifted the delicate fabric of your dress and was treated to the sight of your cute little round ass adorned by the lace of your pink panties. Your skin was so delicate that all Stephen could think about was how beautiful it would look with his red handprint on it. But instead, he caressed your cheeks, feeling his cock throbbing again in his pants.

"Definitely not here."

He continued lifting the dress until he finally found it, in your lower back, above the waistband of your panties. Just one word written in delicate cursive: sweetheart.

Stephen couldn't contain the little groan that escaped his lips. He was speechless, one part of his brain went into short circuit and the other was trying to understand if that was on purpose or not, but you answered his silent question almost immediately.

"I made it after the night you called me like this for the first time. I didn't tell anyone and I know it was a bad idea, but I like it. I like it even more now."

Stephen traced the letters with his fingers and without holding back he leaned to kiss the tattoo lingeringly, watching your skin prickle with the touch and to his surprise you pressed your thighs together and moaned. An unmistakable sweet little moan.

Stephen was determined to play nice, but you had just made everything very difficult for him. He could barely think straight. All his blood seemed to immediately descend into his dick.

"You always wanted to be my sweetheart, didn't you?" His voice sounded almost shaky coming from behind you and you couldn't deny the truth in his words.

"Yes."

Stephen moved his lips up your back, biting your skin over the thin fabric of your dress. He was practically on top of you and even though he was holding most of his weight in his arms, you could feel it and it felt so good.

When he brushed aside your hair and ran his lips down the back of your neck, your entire body trembled and you gasped, delighting in the feeling of his beard on your skin.

"Feels good, uh?" He teased and you responded with a shaky uhum.

He chuckled, pleased to see your reaction to his touch, and brought his lips to your ear. He licked and nibbled it and then spoke in his baritone voice. "I'm not going to take your virginity tonight, but that doesn't mean we can't play a little."

You barely realized you were holding your breath until it escaped your mouth in slow puffs.

He pressed his hard on against you, grinding himself in your ass and it felt so good. For the first time in your life, you craved the intrusion. You wanted him inside you.

"That is if you want it, of course." He whispered in your other ear, nibbling on your earlobe. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to, Y/n. Never. But you'll have to tell me."

You hummed trying to find your voice. "I want to."

"Good girl." He cooed letting out a satisfied hum and got off of you and laid down by your side again.

"Then lay down here on top of me." He instructed cupping your cheek and kissing you softly.

Your cheeks were hot, but your entire body was hot now. The arousal between your legs so obvious that even you could smell it.

You moved to do as he asked, but he corrected you. “Hike up your dress.”

You overcame your shyness and knelt down next to him and did as he asked, but before you could straddle him, he flicked his fingers and his jeans and shirt were replaced by a pair of sweatpants and a tee.

"How did you do that?" You gasped.

"Lots of practice." He responded grabbing your hand and pulling you on top of him.

"I like your panties. Does the bra match them?"

You just nodded, unable to say anything.

"Hum, would you let me see it?" He asked, lifting his hips up to make you feel his erection on your core. The sensation made his entire body shake.

"I don't know, Stephen. What if someone shows up and sees us?"

He shook his head confidently, "Wong and America will be spending the night at the Kamar Taj. They're most likely sleeping right now."

You thought for a moment and then confirmed with him "We are not having sex tonight."

Stephen shook his head and smirked watching you take off your dress and throw it on the floor and then he devoured you with his eyes. All matching in pink lace, all for him. Your breasts were small, but they were beautiful. His cock pulsed beneath you.

"There are many ways to have sex, sweetheart and not all of them involve penetration. I'll show you."

He held your waist with one hand and the other he took between you and grabbed his cock through the fabric of his pants positioning it the way he wanted and then he opened his arms for you. "Come here."

You surrendered to his request and let yourself be enveloped by his strong arms. Your legs on either side of his waist, straddling him and when you dropped the weight of your body on top of him, the contact of his erection on your covered core made you both gasp at the sensation.

You could feel how hard he was and he could feel the moisture seeping through the fabric of your panties and making him wet.

Stephen was so proud to be responsible for making you wet like that. All the surprise and sudden fear of discovering that you were a virgin was replaced by satisfaction and uncontrollable desire. Knowing you were so innocent sparked something in him and only his conscience was holding him back. However, he felt his control slipping away with each passing second.

He cupped your cheeks with both hands and kissed you hard and then moved his lips down your chin, nibbling lightly until he reached your neck. He kissed, bit and sucked the skin pulling a hum from your throat and without you realizing you started to grind yourself in his erection and Stephen felt as if an electric current had passed through his body.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Stephen teased moving his hands to your ass cheeks and forcing you back and forth and without any shame he moaned.

"Shit, it definitely feels good for me."

You couldn't believe what you were doing. Your cheeks were so hot they felt like they were on fire, your entire body was shaking and you couldn't respond because you seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

Still, your body seemed to have a mind of its own and before you knew it you were moving alone on top of him, completely surrendered to the desire that took over you.

"Oh my god, Stephen... what are we doing?"

He smirked and bit your chin "We are having fun, sweetheart. Tell me, does it feel good?"

You moaned, increasing the pace of your hips on top of him, his hard cock providing you with delicious friction on your covered clit.

You cupped his face between your hands and pulled him for a desperate kiss, your tongue entered his mouth and clashed with his in a battle of pure lust. Stephen hummed in your mouth, positively surprised by your change in behavior resulting from your arousal state.

"Feels so good... Oh Stephen..." You whimpered, letting yourself be carried away by the moment and he wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you impossibly close to him.

"You can hide your face in me if it helps you feel more comfortable." He said. "Just keep moving, sweetheart. Don't stop."

You did exactly as he suggested, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, letting your body guide you through all the sensations, inhaling Stephen's scent into your lungs and feeling the familiar knot tightening in your stomach. It was embarrassing, but your walls clenched around nothing.

"Stephen..."

His name. Stephen lost count of how many times he found himself fantasizing about you moaning his name like that. It was so beautiful. The sweet noises you made were so beautiful.

He hummed thrusting up to increase the sensation and you could feel his dick throbbing beneath you and somehow you knew he was as close as you were.

"It's okay, sweetheart, don't hold back, let go for me. Pretend you're alone in your room doing whatever you do when you think of me." He whispered in your ear.

Stephen knew you were holding back, shyness getting in your way, preventing you from reaching your sweet release, but when you followed his advice, he felt your movements getting faster, your sweet pussy rubbing against his dick faster and harder and so quickly he understood that you had finished, he also felt himself cumming.

Your heart was pounding in your ears. Your eyes were closed, but you could see flashes of light in the darkness as your entire body seemed to convulse on top of Stephen's. You moaned loudly and your moan was followed by Stephen's groan and you felt his body trembling beneath yours and then a strange wetness wetted between your legs. It took you a few seconds to understand what it was and when you did you felt your entire face burning. You thought it was ridiculous that you were still capable of blushing after what you had done, but Stephen thought it was adorable.

He stroked your hair and you finally found the courage to look at him and when you did there was a wide smile on his lips and his eyes had a sparkle that you had never seen before. He caressed your cheeks and before saying anything, he gently pulled you to his lips and kissed you softly. When he broke the kiss you opened your mouth, but closed it again not knowing what to say and ended up nuzzling your face in his. Like a cat. You just wanted to be so fucking close to him. Never ever to be apart again.

"You okay?" He asked, sounding just as unsure as you were. Your entire body was shaking, but you nodded and he held you in his arms.

"Sweetheart, you can talk to me."

You cleared your throat. "I don't know what to say. I've never done this before. I don't know what people talk about after they do it."

Stephen smiled. "We can talk about anything. You can start by telling me what's on your mind right now." He suggested.

"I love you." You ran to say before you lost your courage and Stephen smiled again. A smile you hadn't seen before. A little surprised, a little incredulous, but extremely satisfied.

"It's what's on my mind right now, but at the same time it feels like it's all over my body. I've never felt like this before."

"It's your hormones. Oxytocin to be precise. I’m feeling it too. It's always special when you do it with someone you love. And we barely did anything, sweetheart."

You cupped his face "Do you? Love me?"

He sighed, holding your chin between his index finger and thumb. "Yes I do. I've fought my feelings for so long, Y/n. You have no idea how good it feels to finally be able to feel them."

You nodded. "Actually I do. I loved you from the first moment I saw you and I waited five years for Tony to bring you back to me. Still, I never thought I could have you. I thought I would always have to love you from afar."

Stephen held your face between his shaking hands. "I'm here now. We're together, sweetheart."

You felt your eyes getting wet with tears, so many feelings building up in your chest, your stomach was feeling weird, but you fought against it, afraid that Stephen might find it childish to see you crying.

"I still can't believe what we just did." You said hiding your face in him.

"Hey, none of that! No more shyness. I want you to tell me, did you like it? Because, I think it was pretty obvious that I liked it."

You gave a small giggle. You were well aware of the mess between your legs. "I liked it. It was really good. I've never... well, you know."

"What?" He insisted.

"I've never cum with someone before. It's always been a solo experience."

He smirked, "I don't know if we can classify it as solo if I was on your mind the whole time." He teased.

He was so cocky, even at that moment. But you liked it.

"I never thought it could be done like this." You confessed and Stephen chuckled, stroking your back absently.

"Men can be creative when they want to have sex. And there are many ways to do it. I'll show you. To be honest, I'm pretty excited about the idea of being your first. Being the one who will show you all the good stuff."

You smiled to yourself, feeling your body slowly relax. Your heartbeat returning to normal.

"I thought if you knew I was a virgin, you would get scared and run away."

He shook his head. "I was scared, really, but I didn't think about running away from you. Quite the opposite."

You smiled and pulled him back to your lips and Stephen sighed contently, feeling all his worries melt away as he realized that you were okay with what you’ve done.

He knew he hadn't planned it, but in his defense, seeing that tattoo on you did things to him.

Either way he was more than pleased with the way the night turned out. There were definitely a few months of pent-up sexual frustration inside him and his hands helped to a certain extent, but he needed something more. And as much as dry humping seemed like a teenager thing to him, he couldn't deny that he loved the experience. However, the resulting mess left him feeling wet and sticky and definitely in need of a shower.

He caressed your face gently.

"I need to clean up now, sweetheart. I made quite a mess in my pants."

You agreed, dismounting and sat down next to him, looking a little unsure of what to do next.

Stephen stood up and allowed himself to actually look at you dressed only in a set of pink lingerie, your panties wet with your fluids and his. Your hair was all messed up, your lips were swollen from all the kisses and the skin around your mouth was burned by his beard. You looked beautiful and most importantly, you were his. He was still trying to get used to the idea.

He reached out to you. "Come on. I'll give you a change of clean clothes. You can't keep those dirty panties."

You looked at him a little shyly, but you let yourself be pulled. Stephen grabbed your dress and the two of you slowly walked up the stairs.

Stephen's room was bigger than the room you slept in the night he saved you at the night club. His bed was huge, a four poster bed.

You barely noticed that you had stopped in the middle of the room to stare at the bed or that he had left you to your thoughts and walked away when he returned with a tee and a boxer brief and handed them to you.

"You can use the bathroom. Make yourself at home. I'm going to take a shower in the next room. I'll be back in a minute."

You nodded, watching him grab a change of clothes and leave the room.

Stephen didn't know what to expect from the rest of the night, but it was already after 3 am when he went down to the Sanctum lounge to turn off the TV, which was now playing some random music that he didn't recognize. He picked up the bottle of wine and the glasses and took them to the kitchen and then picked up your jacket and boots and went back to his room.

You were sitting in one of the armchairs next to the fireplace. His tee was big enough to cover your thighs and you had braided your hair now. The little makeup you were wearing seemed to disappear. He had never seen you so natural, so simple and yet so beautiful. Stephen was still reluctant to understand how you could bewitch him like that. He never felt that way about any woman.

"I used your toothbrush. I hope you don't mind." You informed with a shy smile.

"Not at all." He responded closing the bedroom door and placing your boots on the floor next to the bed and hanging your jacket on the free armchair next to you.

"I don't know what I should do now. Should I leave?" You said being one hundred percent sincere. You had never had that level of intimacy with anyone, you didn't know how things worked and looking at Stephen dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt was giving you an air of domesticity that was achingly passionate and inviting.

Stephen shook his head, "No. I mean, I can take you home if you want. In fact, I can open a portal to your room right now, but... I don't want you to leave."

You smiled shaking your head "I don't want to go either. I don't want to be away from you."

He reached out to you, "Then stay with me. Tomorrow morning I'll take you to your room, if you want."

You pretended to think for a moment, but the truth was that you agreed to the idea immediately.

"Don't think too much. We did nothing wrong." Stephen reaffirmed. "It was actually really good and you are still a virgin as I promised." He smirked. "Spend the night with me. I won't try anything else, I promise."

You sighed, holding his hand and letting yourself be dragged to the bed.

"Smart girls would say it's not smart to go to bed with the guy you like on the first date." You teased as you crawled under the comforter and made yourself comfortable on the pillows. Stephen's scent was permeating them and that was definitely your favorite scent now.

"Practically speaking, we can't even say this was a date. At least not a traditional one." He responded and to your surprise he took off his shirt before lying down next to you and you had to swallow your saliva when you saw him half naked for the first time.

"We… drank wine and danced... It's...very traditional for me." You struggled to finish the thought. Of course you knew that Stephen had a well-defined physique. Just by looking at him you could already deduce that, and you could also feel his muscles under his shirt, but actually seeing them was something else entirely. You were practically drooling and you doubted he didn't notice the way you were devouring him with your eyes, but he didn't say anything, just crawled under the comforter with you. You felt your body becoming tense at the new situation, but Stephen had a way of making everything better just by smiling at you.

"Remember I mentioned before about using a spell or two on you?" He said touching your neck. "I guess I'll have to do it now if we don't want Pepper to see this."

You touched the spot where he was touching and your skin felt slightly sore.

"Did you leave a hickey on me?" You asked incredulously. You had just brushed your teeth in front of the mirror. How did you not see that?

He smirked, "In my defense, you didn't make things easy for me when you made me feel so good."

You chuckled, "So now it's my fault?"

"For being cute and delicious? Yes."

Before you could think of how to respond to that, he moved his fingers and orange light emanated from his hand.

You flinched a little. "Will it hurt?" You asked and he shook his head.

"No, but you will feel a strange sensation. May I?"

You nodded and he brought his hand closer, letting his magic touch you. It was warm and ticklish, but it wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, you even liked it.

"And it's done." He reported and just as it came, the orange light disappeared.

"This is super cool." You said "Can you show me more?"

He smiled. Sometimes you reminded him of America. So young and excited about everything. But Stephen shook his head, dismissing the thought and berating himself. He definitely needed to stop comparing you to America now.

"I will, but not tonight. I think you've had too many new experiences for one night."

You sighed in frustration, rolling your eyes. "Now you're talking like you're my dad."

"Well, I'm old enough to be, aren't I?"

"Okay. Whatever."

You lifted your head and adjusted the pillows trying to get comfortable. Stephen adjusted himself, turning to his side and took your hand in his, your fingers intertwining.

"We need to talk about something important." He said, blue eyes fixed on you.

"What?"

"Birth control. I assume you're not on anything."

"I didn't need to be...until now."

Stephen nodded, reaching his other hand to touch your cheek. "It's okay. You're right. You had no reason to use anything if you weren't sexually active, but now we need to think about it and I don't want you to think for even a second that you need to figure it all out on your own."

You nodded. "You're a doctor. You can prescribe something for me."

He smirked. "For your head, certainly. Or if you're having some trouble with your nerves. I'm a neurosurgeon, sweetheart. But what I can actually do is refer an old co-worker to you. She works in a hospital not too far from here. You can talk to her and choose the best method for you."

You nodded and Stephen leaned to kiss your lips softly and then sighed. "And I'm going to get tested for STDs. Even though it's been almost six months since I've had sex, I want to be sure."

You looked at him, looking surprised.

"What is it?"

But you just shook your head and bit your bottom lip.

"Tell me."

"It's just... being who you are and because of your appearance... I didn't think you'd go this long without..."

He nodded. "All my sexual relations over the last few years have been one-night stands, sweetheart. And to be quite honest, being in love with you, no woman has seemed like a good enough substitute."

"That's sweet." You smiled realizing you were tracing his goatee with your index finger and giving a long yawn.

"I like your goatee. I think I have a thing for men with nice facial hair"

Stephen kissed your hand sweetly and caressed your cheek.

"And I love you." He completed. "But I'll let you sleep now, sweetheart. We can talk more in the morning."

"Hum, okay. Good night." You answered with your eyes already closed.

"Good night."

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