Doctor Strange One Shots

The Art of Seduction - Part 4

"Do I even want to know-"

Stephen rolled his eyes, standing by the foot of her bed and sending her a look.

"Do you want help or not?"

And he watched (Y/n)'s thoughts work away, evidently considering her situation and every possible outcome she could imagine before she, reluctantly, sat up properly and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Stephen smiled victoriously, his eyes forming into crescents before placing his hands on the bed's railing, leaning over as he pitched his idea.

"We, my friend, are going to roleplay."

(Y/n) couldn't help the fit of laughter from escaping her lips, his words sending so much shock to her system that she couldn't control her reaction. Then, after calming said state, and looking back at him, she realised he was serious about his words.

"Wait, for real? You're not... joking?"

"Nope."

He replied, popping the 'p'.

"Like- right now?" She leaned in and whispered across the bed towards him, "Strange, I'm in my underwear!" She gestured to her robed self.

Stephen shrugged nonchalantly, a playful glint in his eyes as he straightened his back and moved to lean against the wall, his arms now crossed over his chest.

"Underwear or not, you need to practise." He smirked, "Besides, I promise not to stare too much." He added with a wink.

(Y/n) felt a blush cross her cheeks and hoped the slightly dimmed lighting of her room hid it from him.

"Ok then... How do we start?"

"Simple," Stephen spoke through a slight chuckle, "considering the nature of your mission, I suppose you're just trying to get information out of me."

She considered his words for a moment, feeling a pit form in her stomach before accepting the situation at hand. And (Y/n) did something she never thought she'd find herself doing. 

Ultimately, he was right. 

This was for a mission. 

And if she wanted to succeed, which she did, she had to treat this as professionally as she could.

So, she pulled the blanket off, and stood, then proceeded to muster as much courage and strength within herself whilst proceeding to undo her robe, letting it hang open as she walked up to him, placing her body as close to his as she could without touching him.

Stephen's eyes struggled to avoid glancing down at her body as she moved, his eyes wanting nothing more than to oversee what was hiding under her robes this whole time. And once they did, he could feel his heart rate speed up exponentially, watching the subtle sway of her hips, the gentle curve of her waist.

Her choice of lingerie was tasteful yet provocative, the black laced set fitting her body like a glove. And it drew his attention despite his efforts to remain professional. However, in an instant, Stephen felt his gaze being pushed away, feeling her index finger dragging his head up by the tip of his chin.

"You promised you wouldn't stare."

Her gaze held his, her voice loud enough for only him to hear. Stephen felt his words hitch in his throat, their proximity sparking shivers down his spine as he tried to correct her statement with a teasing smile.

"I promised I wouldn't stare too much."

She rolled her eyes before she sighed, starting to grow a little insecure, feeling his stares all over her body. Stephen noticed this, momentarily forgetting about their situation as his brain switched to 'friend-mode', a gentle hand coming to rest on her shoulder, a reassuring squeeze hoping to bring her some comfort.

"We all have our insecurities and fears. But we have to confront them in order to overcome them. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, we can stop."

His expression was genuine, and (Y/n) felt a flutter in her stomach from his caring nature, a rare appearance to anyone who knew him as well as she did. So, she nodded in response, feeling a determination to perform to perfection and prove she was capable of such tasks.

For the mission, of course.

"Besides, you're doing perfectly fine so far, (Y/l/n)-"

And as he finished his sentence, Stephen watched, wide-eyed as (Y/n) nudged the robe off, leaving herself standing there in just her underwear.

"Better?"

Stephen's mind immediately started racking up more impactful words than 'better'.

Stunning.

Beautiful.

Gorgeous.

But of course, he couldn't muster enough brain power to bring any of those words to life, only being able to keep his open-mouthed, drooling gaze on her body. And initially, this sent a nervous chill down (Y/n)'s spine. Of course, before she reminded herself that this little activity they were doing was being conducted in a 'professional' sense.

Practise.

So, she felt her spine straighten as her mind relaxed, and with her new target set, she leaned in, pulling her face closer and closer to his, just until their lips were merely millimetres apart. And she held back a smile, noticing Stephen grow tense, his breath trapped in his lungs as he watched her creep closer. And then, just as their lips were destined to touch, she turned herself towards his ear.

"Don't lose focus, Strange."

Her voice was merely above a whisper. And Stephen could feel his skin grow warm. Comfortably so. A feeling, in fact, he hadn't felt in a long time.

She pulled back, noting how his eyes were fully glued to her, watching her every movement like he was stuck in a trance. So, she turned around, sauntering her way over towards her desk, letting her hips sway as she took her time reaching her destination, and once she was happy with that performance, she pulled out her chair and moved herself onto the desk, trying her best to ignore the icy feeling of the hard surface meeting her bare skin.

"Come."

She spoke, gesturing with a slight nod of her head for Stephen to take a seat. And her eyes glimmered under the dimmed lighting of the room.

A glimmer, not of light reflection, but of mischief. A look that Stephen had never seen her wear before. Ironic, he thought, considering she wasn't actually wearing very much.

In fact, now that he was stuck staring after her, he registered just how much of her he hadn't seen before. And he wasn't referring to her physical body.  But Stephen swallowed the hard lump in his throat as he watched her lips purse and her head tilt, a playfully sad expression teetering upon her features just before she spoke.

"I want to talk."

Stephen couldn't help but feel himself be moved towards her, his body moving before his mind even registered such actions. And before he knew it, he was sat in the chair, hands gripping his legs in anticipation as he looked up at (Y/n), who was leaned back, one leg crossed over the other, and an unmistakable smirk flushed across her lips.

"Good boy."

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Until next time <3