#he's all in (petty and stupid baBYYY)

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Insatiable’

Dr Strange x Avenger! Fem! reader

friends (lowkey enemies bc i’m a slut for rough Stephen) with benefits dynamic babyyy

smutty slut smut with a drizzling of fluff and angst

MDNI or i’ll tear you limb from limb xxxx

You were waiting for him, like a dog with a bird sheathed between it's teeth, like a cat bringing a rat to its owner in leu of a present. You waited for Stephen, facing into the abyss that is your apartment door; ready to get the good fucking you've been desperate for all week. You were an Avenger, he was an Avenger. ..being collegues does overlap with the friends with benefits dynamic, but the problem is you weren't even friends.

Not mortal enemies either, you just harboured an unlikely distaste towards him and his arrogance and it was likewise with him towards you. However, his self-serving and his controlling nature was absolutely heaven sent and incredibly tailored to your tastes in the bedroom; so incredibly tailored to your tastes it was like he read your mind. You just wanted someone, anyone to just take the lead in the bedroom for once, you were becoming sick and borderline exhausted of you always being on top or always being the one to actually do something. Stephen challenged that stereotype. He came swooping in and knocking you off of your feet, you clocked that it was probably because of the growing heated tension between you beforehand and what made it even more absurd is that it wasn't even sexual tension at first..

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You needed to get Stephen alone to scold him and berate his literal insanity after the tricks he pulled today. You were fuming, eyes twitching and all at his stupid fucking dispostion, his distrust towards you and the way he always has to hold the moral high ground as if his moral compass is so intact stung you. He almost got you killed, your tolerance was high and you firmly believed it so but today was the wrong day to fuck you over and you had to give him a piece of your mind and not let him get away scott free like the others did.

You dragged him by the scarlet cloak while the rest of the Avengers were getting ready to put this irritating cold sore of a day behind them as they stormed off to their respected rooms without a peep in the Avengers Compound. The arguments had already taken place on the field and feelings were hurt and insults were thrown around but you weren't done with Stephen. You pulled him to the confines of your room and a few attacks of your unsavoury actions were sprayed through the air, reminding you of things you already knew about yourself; slamming the door shut, you were left alone with Stephen Strange.

'What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you still whining about this?' His voice was just below a yell, eyebrows and lips creasing to form an angry frown.

'You still have yet to admit that you were wrong. Stephen, this isn't some playground where we can kiss and makeup after a petty argument you could have killed me and you're not showing an ounce of remorse for what you've done to me.' Your wild look met his, crossing your arms and slowly closing the gap between you so you could like him directly in the eye. Hoping to find a glimpse of humanity or guilt.

‘Oh yes, we're kissing and making up right now, you can't keep me here.’ He spun and headed for the door but there you were leaning on the door, desperately attempting to not let him go...you meant leave.

He stared down at you and your breathing became more shallow.

"You could have killed me.' You reminded.

'But I didn't.' He quickfired.

'Stop acting like a fucking child.’

"Stop acting like brat.’ He said lowly, his eyes thin and glassy. You spotted a wicked gleam to the black of his pupil and it sent a unnerving shiver to your spine. You had never heard Stephen's voice reach that deep of a level, the rich baritones of his cadence becoming excessively clear.

All you could do is blink up at him dumbly.

You stilled and he noticed, of course he noticed.

In a frezy of unfiltered fury and growing irritation at such an absurd reaction to something so stupid, you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him hard. He let out a dry gasp at such a ballsy response.

‘Fuck you.' You shouted.

You strained against him, seeking to shove past him but his large hands grabbed at your arms, pushing you back to the door and framing you against it.

'Let go of me Stephen! Let me the fuck go!' You panted and screamed at him, waving and shaking at your hands making every effort against him to stop your struggle. Eyebrows knitting together in vain as he ultimately had the last laugh, powering over you whilst pinning your hands against the door.

Your heart dropped into your lungs, letting a defeated gasp escape from your throat in the process. You were embarrassed at how your body was reacting to such a situation. You hated that you felt aroused at this inviting and delicious power play between the man that you felt a bubbling loathing for. The problem was is that this was the kind of dynamic you were craving...in bed, and here he was giving you a little taste of such a thing.

Stephen's mind was turning into static due to having you in such a compromising position, you and him didn't get along at the best of times and this was switch up from the norm. His oceanic eyes scanned your face through darting from feature to feature. He knew you were pretty. Scratch that it was something that everyone reminded him of, every man you interacted and toyed with wanted you stubborness and all. Stephen's eyes lingered at your lips a lot longer than what was socially acceptable, your lips parted and let out a prolonged breath that had been held hospice in your lungs for a while. His grip tightened against your wrists and you stifled a moan.

Your face whipped to the side as well as leaning your head on the door startled by the intense eye contact Stephen was bestowing on you. You had to admit his eyes were glowing with a glorious vigour. The bluest of blue.

The skin of your neck was exposed for him and he had to stuff down the urge to kiss and bite at it. He was mad at himself for wanting to do that, especially with someone as bitter as you.

He'd get you sweet for him, in time.

He shook the thought out of his head as quickly as it came.

Without thinking, he leaned in to the base of your neck and his hot breath encompassed the skin there, tickling the tips of your eyes during.

'You should be grateful I had such initiative to save your life.' He muttered.

Stephen became increasingly irate as he knew you weren't listening to him, you had your ears cut off at everything he said on purpose. His left hand unpinned yours and came up to pinch at your cheeks to force you to stare at him in the eye and your eyes widened, noticing that his hand was cradling your face upwards in such a rough fashion, something that you'd seen only in erotic films. You'd never experienced it in real time.

‘Look at me.' He gritted raggedly. You let out an exasperated huff through your nose as a response but you were quite literally melting into him.

'Go ahead Stephen. Shut me up, go on. I dare you.' Your eyes casting down to his lips, hoping he would get such an obvious hint. You were sure your brain wasn't in your head at this moment in time.

He was willing to take such a desirable challenge.

His lips collapsed into yours at such a fast rate, your mind was just reeling already. Lips against lips friction shooting through you both deliciously. Stephen could feel your heartbeat twitching in your lips and it aroused him more than it should have, you opened your mouth begging to just slip his tongue to explore the depths of your throat. His lithe muscle licked at you and you moaned out such a sweet noise for him and he felt his cock harden already.

He pulled you off of the door by grabbing you by the waist and dragged you to your bed, lips still connected as if he would lose his mind if he let go. He sent the Cloak of Levitation to hang itself on the otherside of the room as he quite literally threw you on the bed with no care to where you were placed. You let out such a cute little gasp at his exertion.

You couldn't wait for him to give you what you were begging for.

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And here you were, waiting once again for him wearing a black lacy lingerie set, in a desperate attempt to impress him for another night of lust filled passion even though most times you'd just wait for him naked.

Ever since that first night, you had promised it was just a way for you both to relieve the pent up anger and sexual aggression and that it was strictly between friends, no relationship. Overly cautious to not be found out by the others on the team, instead of sharing these nights in your own room at the Avengers Compound you shared them in your apartment instead. You felt like a teenage girl the way you were tying to impress him, you were becoming more and more needy for him these days and he hadn't been able to give you what you had been craving for a week considering he was busy with the Sanctum Sanctorum and other sorcerer obligations. Darkness encased most of your apartment, only a few ambient lamps lighting a few corners up.

A week you had been missing him, a week you haven't had him.

You detested the way he was beginning to mean this much to you, it was strictly just sexual pleasure but half of you needed more, wanted more.

You found yourself daydreaming at a nonexistant relationship with Stephen, souls intertwining fully and twin flames being lit. You felt pathetic, truly pathetic.

Lost in your idle overthinking, Stephen knocked at your door but you hestiated even though most time you'd open the door so eagerly. Finally having the guts to open the door, you smirked at the idea he could easily portal here but he took the long way as just a means of politeness even though he shows you the opposite of politness in bed.

The door creeked and showed the absolutely perfect picture of Stephen, he looked more gruff than usual, he looked even more attractive and you often thought that it was impossible. He let out a gutteral groan at the sight of you, so sweet, so willing and waiting for him.

‘I need you.’

He spared no time in kicking the door shut and wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. You let free a stifled moan, a little adament but within a split second falling deep within him. Your lips met together in a spitfire, tongues tangled already.

He slung his cloak off before hoisting you up and walking you to the bed he got so familiar with alongside your body; memorising every curve, every spot that makes you see shattered starlight and it was beautiful. He was currently angry with himself; for the prolonged amount of time he's spent with you giving you whatever you wanted and you giving him whatever he wanted in return, every position, every kind of dirty talk you both wanted, but you didn't give him what he needed.

Stephen needed to immerse himself in you fully...he needed you to be the most interesting thing about him, he needed you to give him the privilege of being the woman he could hold like water in his hands so softly and tenderly. He needed you to be his: passion, sex, triumphs, downfalls and everything in between.

He threw you on the bed, desperation radiating off of him to be inside of you. He untied his robes, kicked off his boots until he was only left in his pants and he peeked up at you to find you spreading your legs slowly ready to welcome him back home. He nestled between your legs and gripped at your thighs wildly, nails digging into the soft supple flesh. You ruffled up his hair with your fingers and tugged at his scalp; he had to stare at you for a moment before he cemented his lips on yours. You were so effortlessly gorgeous, it's like being enchanting was second nature for you.

'I've had a bad day today, in fact I've had a bad week without you.’ He breathed, staring down at you.

'Take it out on me Stephen, I can take it. Please, I've just missed you.’ You leaned in and kissed at his neck.

'All I could think about this week was being in you.' He groaned as he flitted his eyes shut at your actions: The admission perked you up and it made you beam slightly.

With no time to lose, your lips crashed into his and it was like he was teleported to the high heavens; your lips were coated in a sickly sweet cherry gloss and it spurred him on further. He had to get you naked. In a temper, he placed his hands on the bustier of your lingerie and ripped it off with ease. You let out a sudden whine at the cool air that hit your nipples and he gawked at the way they peaked for him as always. He always remarked at your tits, he thought they looked perfect in your suit.

Stephen palmed at them and flicked your nipples, arousal shot through like wildfire zipping through your core. You were becoming more and more wet but you were always wet for stephen. He kissed your stomach and your libido before tearing off your panties with his teeth. You couldn't control the high pitched pornographic moan that came out of your mouth, Stephen was staring at your glistening pussy and he felt like a kid at Christmas; you always gave him so much of yourself. He was about to eat you out but you stopped him before he could do anything.

‘No, Stephen. Come here, put your cock in me and fuck me crazy, you need this more.’ You whispered breathily, he raised his eyebrow. Again, you’re always giving yourself. He crawled his way back up to you.

"You look like heaven.' He half smilled through hooded lids, observing your hair flowing out on the pillows so delicately, the angles of your face dimly lit by the muted atmospheric light. You blushed bashfully at the comment as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He kicked his pants and boxers off and positioned his cock to fit inside you so perfectly as always. Your eyebrows knitted in pleasure alongside your gaping mouth as he pushed himself inside of you, placing both hands on the curve of your hips. Pistoning his cock in and out of you, he caught a glance of your face contorting in desperation moaning and panting breathlessly as did he. It was all just indescribable, your pussy was made for him. You were made for him, your bodies fit together so perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle. You kept calling his name and it made him growl in your ear like an animal.

You felt him twitch inside of you indicating that he was about to cum inside of you and the final fleeting touch at your tits did it in for you. You sensed yourself cracking as a white hot wash of euphoria whizzed through you as you came on his cock and in turn it electrified Stephen you both felt intertwined and you felt your tongue form the words you'd regret later.

‘I love you.' You whispered against his lips and he stilled, completely taken aback.

The confession made him lose his mind, he released himself inside of you and groaned into your neck to bite at it. You thought you completely lost him and you'll never see each other the same ever again. He rolled and planted himself beside you and you daren't move an inch, completely and utterly humilated.

'I'm sorry." You panted, unable and far too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

'For what?' He taunted and you weren't sure if you were about to cry or laugh.

"Fuck you!' You got up from the bed and attempted to pad away into the bathroom. Stephen knew he fucked up due to his dumbass response, he shot up and leaned from the bed as his legs dangled from the side.

He caught onto your wrist before you could slip away into the abyss and pulled you back into him. You gasped at him, your only view being Stephen blinking up at you with those beguiling eyes of his. He looked defeated and you knew what he was going to say was going to upset you further. He encompassed his arms down the expanse of the small of your back and your ass, squeezing at it before ultimately slapping at it. It was so unexpected and made your mind melt. You placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.

"You're insatiable. Every time we're spending these nights together, you take and take from me and I leave with a little bit of me staying here forever. But I don't want those little bits staying here, I want all of me here. With you.'’ He admitted with those pretty words of his, your eyes widened and contorted in confusion, unable to comprehend the words that were spelt out in front of you.

'You're kidding right?' You let out a dry laugh, it was all that you could say.

"You're an idiot. You couldn't see what was right in front of you, how much I crave you and how much I just needed to feel you, not just your body but in every other way. It's like you've possessed me and I'm a man of biology and logisitics but what you cast upon me is none of that. It was like you were sent for me by God himself.’ His fingers traced at the back of your thighs and you honestly thought you were dreaming until he planted a kiss on your lower stomach which snapped you right back into reality.

'After that first night it felt like I've always loved you." You admitted, following it with a nervous gulp as it felt like your heart was literally beating inside of your throat.

He pushed him down back on the bed and straddled him, your hair falling down and grazing his face. You kissed Stephen softly this time, a prolonged light peck as if it were between two kids who didn't know what a kiss was.

‘How we've got away with this insanity without the others knowing is beyond me.’ You smiled into his lips and he couldn’t help but laugh at such comedic timing.

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