Only a scar: Doctor Strange x Fem!reader

Chapter 30 - Just as beautiful

Warning: Praise kink, pet names (princess, darling, sweetheart), daddy kink, doctor kink (??), Dom!Stephen, slight switch with Dom/top!reader, sub!stephen, sub!reader, light hair pulling/choking (Nape of neck), light bondage, teasing.

If you don't like the warnings skip! I'm not forcing you to read it, if any of them are uncomfortable for you then simply SKIP!

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His hands on your hips falling from the shaking grip on your wrists, it was gentle and soft, nothing like you imagined him to approach this. The hesitant pulling back left you both breathless, eyes shut for a moment to take into account the situation.

"I'm s-" but your finger met his lips, eyes opening just as his did.

"Shut up," you whisper with a ragged voice. "Don't ruin this,"

Smiling softly, he sat up properly, letting your legs straddle his lap. Soft sparks formed a portal immediately, his body pushing your through onto his bed where he towered over. Lips never leaving, the plush pillows met your back as his mouth trailed from your lips along your jaw.

Lustful grips against each other, clothes falling from his body, hints of light hit his chest. Your finger tips ran across from the back of his shoulders to the front and back to drape over his neck. Small tugs at his haired caused him to groan lightly against your collar, his hand tugging at the zip which you helped with quickly.

His hot breath led down with the zipper as you pushed it all away with haste. "Someone's desperate," he mutters, looking up through the dim light to see your scowl of annoyance. "Oh, don't look at me like that, princess," he hums while moving back to face you properly, tilting your head back to him the moment it tried to face away.

"Come on, Stephen," you whine out making him chuckle, kissing the crook of your neck, a sensitive mark made you arch your back closer to him.

"Does it fluster you? Me calling you princess?" Easily pinning you down, this was more like the Stephen you expected. "Pointing out how adorable you are wanting daddy to give you all his attention?"

English was a foreign language as you stumbled over syllables. His thumb rubbed against your cheek, knee pushing your legs apart to relieve some sort of frustration as he kept you down, watching you writhe in annoyance.

"Stephen," you whine again making him smirk, a devious glint in his eyes as they wracked down your body, taking in every detail. You felt vulnerable under his keen watch, more so when he looked to your shoulder; you knew exactly what he saw which made your body start to panic.

He saw your reaction, but instead of leaving as you thought, he cupped your face and kissed you lightly, lips dragging down to the scar and kissing it sweetly. "It's only a scar," he mutters your exact words. "You're still just as beautiful as you were before, darling,"

Shivers wrack through your body after every praise. He tests the waters with everything, finding out exactly what you like, what you want and what you need. Of course, he'd never admit that Natasha, Wanda and Anna's teases weren't a little nudge in the right direction.

Everything he did was a confident move, his lips against your skin, every kiss, word and groan of pleasure mixing with yours. Lowering slower and slower, your hand ran through his hair, tugging roughly, a groan mixed with a chuckle danced along your torso, every part of you untouched yet.

"Hands above your head, princess, or do I have to tie them there?"

"Not sure..." you ponder, giving him a taunting look. "It seemed you enjoyed that more than me, daddy," twisting a finger through the silver streaks, you chuckle with subtle hum. "Besides, you don't have the guts,"