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Weddings, Stephen really hates weddings. He hates them for a lot of reasons but it doesn't help that this happens to be the wedding of his ex-girlfriend. Staring into the mirror he sees his broken watch, a message from Christine still engraved on its back. Shaking his head he waves his hand and his tie fixes itself.
“That’s cheating, I had to do my hair with my own hands.” He turns around to see you standing at the doorway. His eyes widen as his eyes fall on you.
“You got something here, Strange.” You tease as you point to your mouth. He quickly wipes his mouth only to find nothing there.
“Haha.” he says with a straight face as he fixes his sleeves. Walking up to him you gently straighten out his tie. Your hands gently smooth his tuxedo jacket.
“There,” You say softly. Today is going to be hard on him.
No matter how much he tries to hide it you always see the sadness in his eyes when he talks about Christine. You had met her before when you had to carry Strange through a portal to the hospital she worked at. It was there when you discovered their history.
A part of you envies her. What you would give to be the desire of Stephen Strange. But you know that the Stephen she loved was not the same man who you have come to know. He’s changed but so has Christine. You felt guilty but you had slightly hoped that when you got the invitations to her wedding that he would realize it’s time to move on.
Maybe even move on to you but he never did. Never gave a hint to you that he was interested. It hurt, because no matter how badly you wanted to get over him you couldn’t. He had your heart in his hands and he didn’t even know it.
“We better get going,” He says as you let your hands fall to your sides. Trying to hide your disappointment you nod along. Summoning a portal to the church you follow him through, immediately hoping that her wedding had a good bar service because you were probably going to need it.
The wedding was simple but she looked beautiful. As she walked down the aisle you couldn’t help but notice the sad look in Stephens' eyes. You sat by his side as the I do’s were exchanged. Stephen Strange had lost his chance. The reception was fun, some people had come up to you and Stephen when they recognized the Avenger. It was hard not to laugh as a little boy came up to him with stars in his eyes.
“Aren’t you Mr. Popular.” You tease after the boy ran away from the two of you.
“I helped save the world and some of these people think I’m a part magician.” He remarks as he sips on his drink.
“Got any rabbits in that pocket of yours?” You ask slyly.
“Loads of them, got any rabbit food in that purse of your Mary Poppins.” You laugh and look down at your bag.
You had shown him a long time ago that your relic was a pouch that held a portal at the bottom letting you pull things you needed such as weapons or books. Once Stephen had seen it he immediately made the connection to the old disney movie.
“Nope,” His laugh makes you laugh, it’s contagious. His eyes suddenly dart behind you, that familiar sad look returning as you turn to see what he’s looking at, though you already knew.
“I’ll be back.” He says as he chases after Christine.
Your smile drops as the two engage into a conversation. A soft smile on his face that you knew was reserved for her. Looking down at your drink you swirl the ice around the cup. Just like that your heart had cracks. Every single time. Again and again you’ll get your hopes up that he feels something and then that hope gets crushed and stomped on. It felt wrong to be so jealous of a bride at her own wedding but all you wanted was for Strange to look at you like that.
“Y/n, I’m so glad you’re here.” Your head shoots up when you hear Christine's voice. Throwing on a smile you gently hug her.
“Congratulations, you look beautiful.” She smiles and hands you a glass of champagne.
“Figured you could use one after dealing with Stephen all night.” She jokes and you happily take it from her hands.
“I really appreciate you coming and I really appreciate you looking after Stephen. I know he can be quite stubborn sometimes but he needs you.” You sneak a glance over at him. He was looking at the two of you, probably wondering what you were talking about.
“Have you told him?” She asks. You tilt your head in confusion.
“Told him what?”
“That you’re in love with him.” You take a sharp breath. How did she know that? She laughs and turns back to look at Stephen who was now focused on his drink.
“I see how you look at him. I think you’re perfect for him.”
“He doesn’t feel the same way. We’re just friends.” You say sadly. She rests her hand on your arm, squeezing it gently.
“Stephen is a very smart man, but he’s also scared. He does feel that way about you, I see it in his eyes when he thinks you aren’t looking.” You shake your head.
Despite her telling you all you ever wanted to hear, it's hard to believe her. You don’t think she would ever lie to you, but maybe she doesn’t understand what she thinks she is seeing. She bids you goodbye, having to mingle with the other guests but her words play in your head.
“Hello,” A man's voice catches your attention. Looking up you see someone who you recognize from the grooms party.
“I hope I’m not intruding but I couldn’t let someone as beautiful as you stand here alone.” You’re slightly taken back by his blatant flirting but it’s not unwelcome. Even if what Christine said was true, how long can you truly wait for Stephen?
“Well now I’m not alone.” You set your glass down as the man introduces yourself as Mark.
“I’d love to get to know you better here and maybe even after.” He holds out his hand to you and you take it. Hoping that Mark can help you forget about Stephen for one night.
From the bar Stephens eyes follow you as you move to the dance floor with that man. Who even was he? He fixes his tie as he watches in a trance-like state. In the back of his mind the conversation he had earlier with Christine plays in his head.
“As long as you’re happy, then I’m happy.” He says. His eyes took in her smiling face. This was her wedding day after all.
“I am, I really am happy.” She looks back at her new husband with a bright smile.
“Are you happy Stephen?” Her question catches him off guard. Standing a bit straighter he nods his head.
“Of course I am.” Christine gives him a look, one that makes him squirm slightly. She places her hand on his cheek.
“I want you to be happy Stephen, you deserve it. So don’t be so blind.” As she walks away he’s left to wonder what she means.
The sound of your laugh pulls him back, her words starting to make sense as he feels himself get upset the longer he watches another man touch you. His hands on your waist, making you smile and laugh. Your eyes catch his and he can’t take it anymore. Striding across the dance floor he walks right up to you and Mark.
“Do you mind?” he flashes a tight smile to your partner and takes your hand without even asking.
“I’m so sorry.” You say apologetically. Mark starts to speak but Stephen whisks you off before you can even hear what he has to say. He leads you down a hallway and pushes you against the wall. His hands above your shoulders as he stares into your eyes.
“Stephen! What the hell was that?” You snap. You were having a good time, your mind was off him for once but of course he always comes back. He doesn’t answer, his eyes not leaving yours as he stays still.
“Steph-” You’re cut off by his lips slamming onto yours. His hands roaming over your body with fever as he desperately tastes your lips. Your eyes flutter closed as the sensations of his hands and lips fill your senses. Pushing him away you take in his disheveled appearance. His formally neat hair is now sticking out of place, his tie undone around his neck.
“What is going on?” You ask as you hold your hands to his chest. His hands cup your face, thumb running across your cheeks.
“I’m an idiot.”
“Well I could have told you that.”
“No, I mean. I hated seeing that man with his hands on you. He probably thought he could flirt his way right into your bed” he steps back and runs his hands through his hair in frustration.
“So what if he did? Why do you care?” You shout, how dare he? Why has he decided to care now? After making sad puppy eyes at his ex girlfriend the whole night.
“Because I love you!” You take a step back at his confession.
“What?”
“I was talking with Christine and she said something to me. I didn’t understand it at first but I do now.” He grabs your face and kisses you gently.
“Christine was my past and while she’ll always mean something to me, she’s not my future. You are my future Poppins.”
“Oh Stephen,” Your heart beats out of your chest as you cover his hands with yours. Even with the addition of that stupid nickname you can’t help but melt.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” He smiles and kisses you again, slow and sensual.
Behind you, you hear a light sizzle and suddenly he pushes you back onto his bed. Laughing, you look around and see a portal closing.
“Couldn’t even wait till the reception was over huh?” You say as you sit yourself up on your elbows.
“How could I wait when I finally have you,” He throws his tie and jacket across the room and gets on his knees above you. His white shirt has the top three buttons popped open.
“I promise I’m about to make up for being so blind.” His hands run up your legs and under your dress. Your breathing gets heavy as he pushes your dress past your waist and slides your panties down your legs.
“Well, don’t keep me waiting, Strange.” You spread your legs for him and he practically growls.
“Fuck!” You gasp as he slides two fingers deep into your cunt. The roughness of his eyes feels incredible, something you could only dream of feeling. He looks down, watching intently as his fingers slide in and out. Like he’s captured in a trance he can’t look away.
“You’re so wet sweetheart.” He purrs as he feels you leaking onto his fingers.
“Stephen!” You whine as you buck your hips. His pace is torturously slow, to him he’s savoring it all. Your whimpers and moans, the way your legs twitch from the pleasure he’s giving to you.
“Shh, patience.” He pulls his fingers out and shoves them into his mouth, the sight makes you melt.
“So sweet. I must have more.” He growls as he shoves his face in between your legs. Licking up your sweet cunt with no shame.
“I could spend all night here, but let’s save that for another time.” He brushes his fingers across his lips, staring right into your eyes as he does so.
“That a promise Strange?” You ask breathlessly as you start to undress yourself. Clothes feeling too constricting as your skin heats up from all of Stephens teasing.
“Not a promise, more like an insight into round two.” Launching yourself at him you rip off the rest of his shirt as he unbuckles his pants.
“Think you can last that long?” You huff as he pulls his pants down leaving you both bare. His eyes scan over your naked body.
“Maybe I should have gone home with Mark.” Lust clouds his eyes at the mention of Mark. His jealousy coming back at the thought of someone other than him getting to see you like this. Touch you and make you scream.
“You think that he could please you the way I can?” he scoffs as he pumps his dick. Your gaze drops down to watch his hand move so smoothly.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t even remember that man.” Spreading your legs he slides his hard cock into your pussy.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He hisses as he sets a slow but hard pace. Each thrust sends shockwaves through your body. His hips slapping against yours as he pounds you deep into the bed. His lips blindly pepper kisses along your neck and shoulders.
“Oh fuck! Stephen! Faster.” You whine as you tangle your hands in his hair. A wicked smile on his face as he sits back onto his knees. Grabbing your hips he guides your hips onto his cock. Obscene sounds fill the room as he fucks you with ever ounce of energy he has.
“Your cunt feels so good sweetheart, could fuck this all day.” He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and you scream. Hitting hard you feel like he’s going to leave bruises. One of his rough hands comes to play with your clit making you thrash under him.
“Shh it’s okay, I got you.” He falls over your body, using his weight to pin you to the bed.
Your skin burns at his touch. One hand on the back of your head as the other assaults your clit. His face buried in your chest, sucking and biting small marks that will show the world that you’re his.
“Stephen! Please.” You cry out as you scratch your nails down his back.
“That’s right sweetheart, come on my cock.” He groans as he feels you squeeze tightly around his dick. A scream rips from your mouth as pleasure rocks your body, like a fire igniting itself through your nerves.
“So close.” He grunts as he feels himself about to burst, the feeling of you is too much for him to last any longer. He moves to get up but you pull him back, keeping him on top of you.
“Come inside me, please Stephen I need you to fill me up.” If he was rough now, it was nothing compared to the animalistic growl he lets out.
“Oh? Need me to fill you up huh? Being stuffed with my cock isn’t enough for you huh?” You shake your head and dig your heels into his ass.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up nice and full.” His thrusts are erratic as you beg him to come inside of you. He throws his head back in pleasure as his hips still flush against you. You let out a small gasp as he fills you up with his cum. A satisfied smile on your face as you relax into his bed.
“Such a dirty girl.” he purrs as he slides out of you. His eyes lighting up as he watches his cum leak out of your cunt. Gathering it on his fingers he gently pushes it back in. Your small moan makes his cock twitch again.
“Just making sure it all stays inside.” Laying back onto his bed you wait for him to join you. His heart beats loudly as he holds you close.
“I love you too Stephen, I don’t think I ever said it back.”
“Well good to know that after I finish coming inside of you.” You roll your eyes and shove him off of you.
“Way to ruin the moment.” He shrugs and fixes his messy hair. A beat passes and you smile wickedly.
“I believe I was promised a round two.” Leaning back onto the headboard you reach your hands down, teasing your cunt with your fingers. Stephens eyes follow your every movement.
“Up for it Strange?”
“Oh sweetheart, I am going to ruin you.”