Irrational

Chapter 42 - About Time

“You are looking rather delightful today, sweetheart” Strange whispers against your neck, as you feel his hand trace up and down your leg, making your breathe catch. 

“Well, this Master of the Mystic Arts has quite impressive fashion sense” you tease back.  

“I think we need to lose a few layers” he says so sensually, it’s practically dripping with innuendos.  

You wrap your hand around the back of his neck and pull him into a desperate kiss. Lips wet, tongues colliding against eachother, then you feel his run along your lower lip as he digs his hands into your hips. 

You slowly push yourself up and start to tug your overcoat off your shoulders and Strange stops you, pushing your hands away and instead standing from the bed, pulling you with him. As you were stood facing him, eyes locked on one another, he gently cups your face and pulls you into a tender kiss.  

As you pull away you see the devilish grin on his face, as he quickly turns you to have your back against him and his neck buried into your neck. Pushing your hair to one side, he starts placing delicate kisses from the back of your ear to your neck.  

Your overcoat is slowly edged off your shoulders and pools on the floor between you. Strange glides his fingers down your arms and gathers the hem of your shirt in his hands and slowly edges it up over your head and you lift your arms, without a word being spoken.  

Your breathe was deepening, your heart racing and your couldn’t hide it. Your chest was rising and falling faster and stopping with every touch he placed against your skin. And he knew it.  

“You getting ready for me yet, sweetheart? Or do I need to up my game?” Strange whispers, before pulling you hard against him, an arm holding you against him by the waist and his other securing your head at a tilt by holding you by the chin, as he nibbled and kissed your neck.  

Moans escaped your lips, he found your weakness and he was using it to his advantage. Your legs were starting to go weak. You could feel yourself getting more wet the more he touched you so gently, so passionately. You needed more. And now.  

You glow your eyes grey and swing the windows open, and as you hoped it caught his cape and sent him backwards enough for him to lose his grip on you. As he was distracted, you grabbed his arm, swung him round and pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him straddling him.  

He looks up at you stunned, but slightly impressed, he face wasn’t the only part of him showing he was impressed, as his length was begging to be let free, bulging against his pants and pressing against you, making you even more desperate for him.  

“What the Master of Natural Arts decided to change the game” you smirk, before you crash into him. Rocking and circling your hips, applying ever so slight pressure to tease him and the moan you go from him confirmed it worked. You pull him up and let his cloak free.  

Mirroring his technique, you start kissing down from his tender, wet lips to his neck as you unbuttoned his shirt, lowering down his chest the more you let a button free. Strange slowly leaned back the further down you got, too excited to stop you. You reached his waistband and kissed him, you looked up at him through your lashes, giving him a grin, you trace your tongue along the waist band. 

“Ahhh, fuck. Sweetheart what are you doing to me?” he goes to lean up and you glow your eyes brown.  

Twine comes flying from either side of the bed, wrapping around his wrist, either side of him and he gives you a light chuckle.  

“I’m not done” you tease, as you unbuckle his belt, undo his button and zipper and lower his pants enough to give you plenty of manoeuvrability. Strange groaning and biting his lip, squirming with every touch. The twine being tugged and pulled with every struggle. 

You crawl up to him and kiss him passionately, slow but firm, as you kiss and deepen the kiss allowing your tongues escape, you reach your hand down into his hands and stroke his length, making his gasp and force his head back into the pillows.  

You grin, you revelled in the excitement of seeing him vulnerable to you, seeing the effect your mere touch had one him. You continue to stroke him, and finally you gently curl your fingers around his member, making Strange squirm some more.  

“I’m barely getting started baby” you purr down his ear as you begin to work your hand up and down him, pace set off slow and deliberate gradually getting faster, making Strange moan and writhe in desperate attempts to be set free. You bury your head in his neck, kissing and leaving your mark on him at the same time.  

“Yo-oh wow-yes. Fu-fuck” Strange breathes out.  

You stop briefly, to give him a taste of the same medicine he gave you. Then starting again, repeating the process a few times. As you go to do it again, you feel something wrap around your wrist. You look up from his neck and realise he’s no longer restrained. He looks at you, completely smug.  

Before you know it, you’re flipped on your back, your hands tied above your head in his familiar fluorescent orange magic.  

“Should of saw that coming” you sigh.  

“Now, my sweetheart, what to do with you?” he ogles you, enjoying every second of it.  

“Just fuck me, please. Pl-“ you beg.  

Strange dives into your neck, placing himself in between your legs and you feel your arms are let free, you don’t want to question it. You instantly run them through his hair as he lifts his head, you then feel him reach for your jean waistband.  

Without hesitating he unbuttons and pulls your jeans free, taking your briefs with them and tosses them on the floor, repositioning himself between your legs, and gives you a tender but demanding kiss.  

“Tell me again, say it again” Strange pleads, as he kisses you.  

“I-“ your breathe catches as Strange runs his fingers through your slick folds as he smiles. 

“I can’t wait any longer, tell me again Y/N” he begs as he cups your face with one hand. 

“I love you Stephen” the second you finish his plunges deep into you, a sasitisfed groan escaping Strange and a blissful moan escaping you.  

“Fuc-“ you try and speak as he edges himself out and back in, each time he edges back in getting more desperate, harder and deeper. In sync and in euphoria that it was finally happening for you.  

“Stephen, ah”  

“Y/N, yes” Strange looks at you, eyes locking and you see he was searching for permission and you smile and give a nod.  

He plunges deep in you, grabbing your thighs parting them more and keeping himself deep into you as he harshly thrusts his hips against you harder, faster and despaerately. Both crying out in pleasure, you grip onto the pillows, feeling your body edging towards your climax.  

You arch your back “Ste-Stephen” you plead his name out. 

“Cum sweetheart, cum for me”  

Asif on command, your body trembles, as you release all over his member, moaning out in the pleasure of the feeling you had and Strange follows in quick succession, also crying out as you feel yourself filled with him, as he collapses ontop of you. Both breathless, hot and wrapped in eachother’s arms.  

Strange pulls himself out of you, pulling the cover along the foot of the bed, covering you both as he pulls you into him, kissing your forehead as you let out a satisfied sigh. 

“Now that was worth the wait” you chuckle out.  

“Yes it was” Strange laughs back. You feel your eyes get heavy and you can’t fight it, the feeling of Strange stroking your arm, his chest rising and falling, with the sound of his heart beating and the earthly scent filling your senses, you were in heaven. You were content. You were in love. You let sleep consume you and Strange kisses your forehead, seeing you slip off to sleep.  

“I want you forever Y/N”.