Marvel X Reader ~ Oneshots

Stephen Strange X Female Reader (Smut) (Work Policy)

Summary
You have been a student of Master Stranges for a very long time, evidently becoming close friends with him and spending lots of time with him outside of class. You and Stephen had always had a strictly friendly relationship, or so you thought until today. When you discover that this entire time you may have had hidden feelings for your teacher, it breaks both of you apart and leaves you desperate to fix it. Is it against policy to have more than a student teacher relationship? And if so, just how willing are you to break it?
A/N:
Hey! This wasn't a request, but I've really been wanting to do a Doctor Strange X Reader for a while. I was really into this one, I wrote it in like two days. It really broke me a sweat! Enjoy!

     You sat down on a stone bench, taking small sips of your tea as the wind blew through your (H/C) hair. Small pedals from the cherry blossom tree above flew down to your shoulders, the air cool and comforting after your class session had just ended. The new spell you were learning was a bit exhausting for a beginner, but surprisingly enough it wasn't that difficult for you. All the other students were jealous of your seeming talent in this field, having watched you perform all of your previous spells perfectly without any mistakes. You didn't know why you seemed to have advancement with the mystic arts, you were no less of a beginner than the other students. You concluded it was just pure luck with traits you were already good at, such as focus and concentration. Seemingly, this grew you a close relationship with your teacher who always adored your quick learning skills. He was always tough and crude to all the other students, but he was a lot easier and nicer on you. Probably because he knew you had it all figured out, and that you had no problems performing any of the new things you were taught. After so long of being his top student, you were often invited to spend time with him other than during classes, and it was quite pleasant. Both of you had a snarky and sarcastic sense of humor, finding time spent with him out of class quite useful as well since he could teach you new lessons during that time.
     The other students around you laughed and chattered as they sat down on their break, drinking tea as well. You however were ignoring all the sound around you, closing your eyes and taking steady breaths to try and relax. How lucky for you however, to only seconds later have a voice echo abruptly in your ear,"(Y/N)"You heard a familiar voice speak, awakening you from your concentration as you glanced over with an annoyed expression at the person who awoke you. Though, your expression quickly changed when you laid your eyes upon your teacher standing in front of you, smirking as he saw your change of thought.
     "Sorry. I thought you were someone else."You snickered, shaking your head as you looked back up at him,"What do you need?"You asked, your legs crossed on the bench you sat at, and your tea lying in your lap. Stephen has his arms crossed in front of him, standing tall and looking down at you.
     "Oh, I was just going to ask you to meet me in the library. I have something I need you to do."Stephen asked of you, smiling at you genuinely and glancing at you for only moments more before turning away without even letting you respond. You dropped your mouth to say something, but quickly shut it and rolled your eyes when he apparently didn't want to hear it,"I could hear that eye roll."Stephen shouted from your right, you glancing back over where he was to see him smirking at you from over his shoulder. You stuck your tongue out at him playfully, watching him smile and continue on his path to the library. You took one last sip of your tea and put your feet to the ground, seeing the other students glaring at you from the corner of your eye. You lifted your face from your cup, raising an eyebrow and returning them an ugly look.
     "What?"You queried, looking at the two girls next to you scoff with a smile and watch closely as your master walked off. The two girls looked at each other for a moment, glaring back over at you as one of the girls straightened her posture to speak.
     "You and Master Strange."The girl with her hair in a braid began,"You seem to have more than just a student teacher relationship."She observed, giving you a look of disgust as you cocked an eyebrow.
     "Depends what you mean. I suppose at the most you'd call us friends."You answered, setting your teacup at your side as you leaned forward to hear what she had to say. The two girls chuckled softly, baffled by your response.
     "I'd say it appears to be more than that, '(Y/N)'."The other girl spoke, putting emphasis on your name to point out that he called you by your first name, which he does with no other students. The girl lifted her tea up to her mouth, taking a drink and pointing her pinky up jokingly, obviously recreating the 'that's none of my business' meme. You furrowed your eyebrows, blushing red and making a noise of revulsion as you stood up.
     "What?! No way! You two are gross to even think that."You accused, shocked that you and Stephens relationship even came off that way.
     "I'm just saying how it looks. You both spend time together outside of classes, you both poke fun in a very flirty way, and he's way nicer to you than he is to any of us."The girl proved, confident in her side of the debate.
     "Yeah you're getting special treatment."The other girl sounded almost jealous, the corner of her mouth creeping a smile as you scrunched up your nose in aversion.
     "You're both insane."You pointed at them, grabbing your coat from beside you and storming off as you heard them giggle behind you. You couldn't believe what they were thinking, you and Stephen in some secret relationship was a very far stretch. Though now that they came out and said what it looked like, you were afraid others might've thought that was what was going on as well. You couldn't let anyone think that, considering that wasn't what was going on at all!
     You trotted into the building and down a few halls, turning a corner and opening two doors that lead to the open and large room known as the library. You walked around slowly, noticing the silence and the echoing of your footsteps as you glanced at all the books surrounding you. You wondered where Stephen was, he said he'd be here and he was no where on sight. You pursed your lips, peaking around corners and around any edge of the room to try and find the sorcerer, but he was still no where to be found. He told you to meet him here, is it possible that he had said a certain time and you didn't catch it? You were unsure, putting your hand on a bookshelf and leaning forward to glance around it in the search for your teacher.
     "What are you looking for?"You heard someone speak close to the nape of your neck. You not expecting the sudden noise jumped at the sound, your body turning to see who it was and your feet losing their place on the ground as you began to feel yourself lose your balance. Thankfully however, you were caught by Stephens cape, the red cloth wrapping around you and catching you before you fell. You looked up at his smug expression, a smile on his lips as you began to laugh at your own stupidity.
     "You scared me."You chuckled, putting your face in your hands out of embarrassment as Stephens cape lifted you back up onto your feet.
     "Hm, I don't know if you should be sorcerer if you're that easily frightened, (Y/N)."Stephen snickered, shaking his head and trotting past you towards a desk at the other side of the library. You lifted your face from your hands, huffing jokingly out of defeat as you stood up straight and walked closer behind him.
     "Well I wasn't exactly on guard while looking for my teacher in a library."You protested, crossing your arms with a smirk and stopping in your tracks as you watched him pick up and begin to flip through a large book.
     "As a sorcerer you should always be on guard. Anything can happen at any time."Stephen snapped back, smirking at you confidently knowing you could never win the argument. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you softly groaned,"Roll your eyes at me again and you're no longer my favorite student."Stephen teased, earning a smile from you as your cheeks reddened at that remark. You hadn't even known you were his favorite student in the first place, and that information was quite flattering to you.
     "Whatever you say, Master Strange."You spoke sarcastically, jokingly bowing down slightly and smirking as if you were honoring him. Stephen chuckled, finally seeming to find the page he was looking for in the book that he held in his hands,"So what did you invite me in here to show me, master of the mystic arts?"You questioned, putting your hands on your hips and waiting for his response. Stephen gazed up at you with his piercing grey eyes, turning them away and back at the book as he took a steady breath.
     "Well, I recently found a new spell I thought about teaching your class. However I changed my mind by figuring it would be too difficult for your rank."Stephen explained, slowly stepping towards you without taking his eyes off of the paper,"But not for you."He smiled, handing you the very heavy book. You took it from him, reading through the first few lines,"I think you're already aware of your skill compared to your fellow students, and as your teacher, I'd like to see if you can perform this spell."Strange walked over to the desk and sat down in a wooden chair, putting his hands on his knees as he scratched his beard,"Without my assistance."Stephen stressed,"If you can, I may consider moving you up a few classes, and I honestly doubt that you won't be able to do it."Stephen admitted, sitting up straight and crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair. You gulped, feeling pressured to not disappoint him as you took a steady breath. You gripped the edges of the book, trying to suppress your nerves as you licked your lips.
     "Alright. I'll give it a try."You agreed to it, looking around you to try and find something to hold up the book,"Can I get a book stand?"You queried, smiling at Stephen and lifting your shoulders in question as the book suddenly began to float. Stephen held his fingers up, a yellow glow at the bottom edges of the book.
     "I'll hold it for you."Strange offered, putting his chin in his other hand against the table. You narrowed your eyes at him, smiling and tilting your head.
     "I thought your said without your assistance."You reminded, obviously teasing him because this was hardly assistance. Stephen raised his eyebrows, looking at you as if you were absolutely ridiculous.
     "Assistance with the spell, smart ass."Stephen corrected, earning a laugh from you as you took a hair tie from your wrist and began to put your hair up and out of the way.
     "Of course, my apologies."You amended sarcastically, giggling for a while longer as you finished your ponytail and leaned forward to begin reading through the spell, positioning your hands how it told you. You took a deep breath, feeling yourself begin to sweat out of nerves that you wouldn't be able to pull it off. However, you knew you couldn't let your nerves distract you, they'd get in the way of your concentration. All you had to do was believe, you were the best in your class, and Stephen believed you would be able. Your eyes glided across the page, reading every detail carefully. You shut your eyes as it told you, focusing all your concentration into the casting of the spell as you began to move your hands downward. You could hear a sizzle in front of you, giving you the hint that you were at least doing something. You waved your hands inward and out, moving them directly as the text told you. You peaked your eyes open, seeing the golden glow of the lines you had created. You glanced at the text once more, familiarizing yourself with its instructions as you drifted your hands through the air. After you had finished the first step, you were left with a shape that resembled a hexagonal prism, opening your hands outward as the shape began to expand. The shape began to surround you, you struggling to keep your concentration steady as you fingers twitched precisely. The shape sparked with a golden light, the empty spaces between the lines filling with a transparent glow, forming a shield around you. You began to smile with glee, laughing with happiness that you were able to do it. You dropped your hands, the shield falling and shattering into dust sparks on the floor, and soon disappearing completely. You grinned at Stephen, a content smile on his face as he nodded his head,"Very well done, (Y/N). Very well done."Stephen complemented, not seeming surprised at all as he stood up and used his magic to draw the book from the air and into his hands,"I had no doubt you wouldn't be able. That spell isn't easy, though you are obviously gifted in the mystic arts."Stephen expressed, closing the book and placing it on the table next to him as he smiled at you.
     "Thank you."You grinned like an excited puppy, walking towards him with your hands held together in front of you,"You bet I can cast some of your other complicated spells?"You suggested, cocking an eyebrow as his smile grew, Stephen sliding a book across the table towards you.
     "I bet you could. Give it a try."He affirmed, your eyes lighting up with joy as you placed the tips of your fingers on the book cover in front you.
     "Very well then."You accepted, sitting down on the chair behind you and beginning to flip through the book for new things for you to learn. Stephen decided to accompany you, knowing he could help you with some of it, and while you did your thing he could get some things done as well.
     So you sat, flipping through the book and reading up on things you'd need to know, as well as trying a few small spells while not having to move from your chair. You didn't know how long you and Stephen had been there studying, all you knew was that the light outside was now absent and only full with stars. You licked the top of your finger and turned a page, hearing a lot of page flipping in the background as you did so. You eventually glanced up, wondering what all the commotion was, only to find Strange scrambling through different stacks of books ,"What are you looking for?"You asked, holding your thumb against the page you were on so you wouldn't lose your place.
     "There's a specific spell I'm looking for. I'd like you to try it."He explained, not looking up from the table as he flipped trough the pages. A smile grew on your cheeks, lifting your head up proudly as you put your chin in your hands.
     "Is it difficult? Can I handle it?"You questioned, excited to see what challenges awaited you as Stephen responded with a very quick and straight forward answer.
     "Yes and yes. You'll do fine I'm sure."He replied, slamming the book he was browsing shut after not finding what he was looking for and attempting to slide it off to the side. However, a fumble of his hands and direction accidentally had the book tumbling off the table and to the ground. You took your hand off the page you held your thumb on, reaching to the floor to grab the book as Stephen reached for it as well. You both grabbed it at the same time, though you took away your hand to let him take it since he was using it. As you let go, you studied his hands with a close eye, never having had such a clear view of them since he always has gloves on. Never had you noticed the scars rippled across his skin, the truly severe damage the accident did to him. You worryingly looked at him as he took the book back, smiling at you for a moment until he looked back down at the book. Quickly however, he looked back at you again, noticing your expression and quickly acting on it,"What's wrong?"He asked, putting the book down on the table as he stared at you. You looked at his fingernails glide across the cover of the book, smiling at him so he wouldn't worry.
     "Nothings wrong. I've just never seen your hand that close up before is all."You told,"The scar patterns are strange."You addressed, noting that the scars were like nothing you'd seen before. You looked up at Stephens face, a small smile on his features as you realized the pun you just made. Stephen smiled, looking down at his own hands as he spoke.
     "Indeed they are strange."He recalled, grinning at you knowing you didn't mean to make that joke. You rolled your eyes, scrunching up your nose in the process to give him a jokingly ugly look.
     "That joke was accidental."You reminded,"As I was saying however."You continued,"The patterns of your scars are more...odd."You reworded, trying to be more sensitive to the topic as Stephen looked at his own hands and waved his fingers slightly.
     "I've gotten that before. I had lots of work done of them so the scars are very jumbled and seem almost out of place. So I understand what you mean."He informed, seeing your eyes continue to stare at his unique hands. You wanted a closer look, though you didn't want to be perceived as weird. His hands were just fascinating to you, they were like his origin story to how he became the sorcerer supreme.
     "Excuse me if this is an odd question."You twiddled your fingers against the table nervously,"But could I see a bit closer?"You asked, holding your hand out so he'd place his palm in yours. Stephen looked at you oddly for a moment, grinning in the slightest as he offered you his hand. You pulled his arm closer to you, looking at the scars and ripples in his hands with concern. The scars were awful, it was almost like the car accident meant to damage his hands and his hands only, the one thing that was most valuable to him.,"I'm sorry this happened to you."You grieved, softly gliding your fingers across his rough and patched scars.
     "Don't apologize. If it wasn't for the accident I wouldn't even be here."Stephen made known, smiling softly as you almost refused to let go of his hand. You were mesmerized by his story of how he came to the mystic arts, feeling bad that his hands had to pay the price for it. Your eyes were fixed on the stitches on his hands, noting that they weren't as terrible as Stephen had always groaned about.
     "You know, you complain too much about your hands. They are not that bad now that I look at them this close."You remarked, pointing out his usual arrogance as you smirked up at him. Stephen scoffed, shaking his head.
     "How funny you say that considering only seconds ago you called my scars odd."Stephen disposed, chuckling as you finally looked up from his hand to correct him for thinking you thought his hands were ugly.
     "Just because they are different doesn't mean they are bad."you defended,"I actually quite like them."You admired, hoping that didn't come off in a weird way, and now feeling you may have to explain yourself. You looked up at Stephen, a confused look on his face as if he was asking you to elaborate,"Well, what I mean is that...I just."You paused, finding yourself becoming hypnotized by holding his hand the way you were,"Admire how you came to be."You confessed,"You know...you were a doctor who was an asshole, and now you're a sorcerer who's an asshole."You joked, laughing at you own joke as you continued to hold his hand. Stephen chuckled, rolling his eyes as you tried to be serious for a moment,"No, jokes aside. You traveled across the world with hope that you could fix your hands and be a doctor again. Only to find that you wanted to stay and become a sorcerer. You gave up so much to have this responsibility. Now instead of saving one life at a time, you're saving thousands."You explained, running your fingers across Stephens palm,"That's pretty amazing."You began to feel yourself blush, not knowing what was coming over you as you admitted your admiration for your teacher and his experiences. You gazed up into Stephens eyes, for once he was smiling in a very sweet and kind manner, it made your heart flutter. His eyes were glossed, shining from the only small light in the room that was the lamp next to you.
     "Thank you, (Y/N)."Stephen spoke softly, looking into your eyes as you continued to hold his hand, ending up squeezing it softly out of nerves. You began to feel your heart race, your eyes not wanting to look away from his hypnotic stare. You didn't know what was coming over you, having the urge to lean forward and press your lips to him, but you didn't know why. You had never had this feeling for him before, it was always a friendly relationship, you never thought of it as anything more until now. You couldn't control your affection, your breath picking up as you hung your mouth slightly open. Stephen appeared to have similar intentions, leaning forward in his chair as you did as well, until eventually your mouths had collided passionately. You took in the feeling of his soft lips, caressing your thumb across the rough patches of his hand as you felt him squeeze your hand back. You pulled away slowly, already missing the taste of him as you brought your free hand up to caress his cheek. You peeked your eyes open only enough to see his hand holding yours on the table below you, his hot breath hitting your skin as you licked your lips. You looked up, feeling no hesitation when you leaned forward again, smashing your lips into his as you felt his beard scratch your face. Your hand ran down his cheek and down his neck, finding it's way against his chest as you pulled him closer to you. Stephens hand crept to your waist, inching you closer to him as he leaned harder against you, but it wasn't enough. You tongued at his lips, begging for an entrance as your wish was granted. Your tongues met, the feeling overwhelming you with lust and desire. You traveled your hand up his chest and around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair as you let go of his hand and placed it on his thigh. You were unsure of your advancements and if you should continue, but it was all moving so fast and all your feelings were being let out at once, you couldn't stop yourself. Your hand glided up his thigh, knowing where it wanted to go as you softly moaned into his lips. Suddenly, you felt a loss of him near you within seconds, abruptly feeling empty, and Stephens hands no longer holding you. You opened your eyes, looking upon Stephen standing above you and breathing heavily. He looked troubled, frustrated almost,"I'm sorry."Stephen turned away from you, grabbing his books off the desk and gathering his things. Your pupils shrunk, worried that it was your fault he felt his way, and feeling ashamed now that he was apologizing. You shook your head, reaching forward to try and grab Stephens hand.
     "Why? Did I do something wrong?"You began to feel your heart shatter, not knowing why he suddenly wanted to leave since he seemed to be wanting you too. You noted your last action before he pulled away, feeling guilty now and like it was your actions that turned him away,"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I was moving too fast and it was the wrong time. I-I didn't mean to seem forward. I just-."You began to word vomit, only trying to get him to not hate you or want to leave, but he quickly interrupted you to answer your worries.
     "It wasn't anything you did. I'm just disappointed in myself that I let this happen."Stephen criticized, taking a hefty breath as he pulled away from your grasp for his hand, stacking the books on top of one another. He avoided looking at you, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he stood hunched.
     "Let what happen? Let us kiss?"You questioned, standing up from your chair in distraught,"Why can't we kiss? I don't understand."You queried, stepping towards Stephen and being broken by the feeling of rejection. Stephen took a deep breath, looking at the ground shamefully.
     "We both know this is extremely inappropriate, (Y/N)-."He cut himself off, clearing his throat,"Ms.(L/N). I am your teacher and you are my student. We shouldn't be doing this."Stephen justified, looking at you one last time before he turned and started for the door. He held his books at his side, his cloak flowing behind him as he seemed to be trying to leave as fast as possible. You walked a few steps towards him, your lip quivering and your fists clenched.
     "Stephen..."You murmured his name, watching him stop in his steps after you called for him,"Please don't go."You begged, praying he would stay, but unfortunately he continued his walk away from you. He strutted out the door, not another word or glance. You sighed, feeling your stomach sink as you sat back down in your chair with ease. You weren't expecting that kind of reaction from him, and all the way through the kiss he was wanting you too, he just stopped himself. You didn't even think you had these feelings for him, but it seemed once you two were alone and staring into each other's eyes, you couldn't control yourself. You ran your hands through your hair, clenching your eyes shut and leaning over. You didn't know what to do now, you knew there'd be no avoiding seeing him again since he was your teacher, and you weren't sure how to approach him if you wanted to talk about it. You concluded that you needed to forget it happened for at least a while, you could feel your heart hurting and you beginning to stress because of this, you didn't need that on your conscious. You stood up, taking the books you had back to their rightful place as you strutted out of the library towards your quarters. You went to sleep that night with a full mind, concerning yourself with the teacher you had feelings for and shaming yourself for ever thinking it'd be a good idea to act on it. You had lots of trouble falling asleep considering everything that was on your brain, but thankfully you did at least an hour into lying in bed. You woke up that morning quite early, feeling exhausted and drained. You pulled yourself out of bed and got dressed, walking out of your room to have breakfast and later to attend your new class. You walked out of the building to the courtyard, seeing your new fellow students sitting around waiting for Stephen to appear. You took a deep breath and stepped down the few stairs in front of you, stepping onto the stone ground and sitting on the same bench you laid upon yesterday. You were nervous to see Stephen again considering what happened last night, knowing things would be awkward, and most likely never the same. Eventually, Stephen came waltzing out of the two doors, down the steps and commanding that every one get in their usual formal lines. You stood up, accidentally catching his eye as he immediately looked away. This officially broke you in half, making your heart ache as you positioned yourself on the end of the back line. Maybe you would have to look at him less if you were in the back. He began with a small lecture, though you knew you were hardly paying attention as your head was towards the ground. You had your arms crossed in front of you, only hearing his chattering in the echoes of your ears as your thoughts consumed you. However, everyone's sudden movement into a position awoke you from your daydreaming, you asserting the position everyone else had and continuing with your practice. You cast the spell in front of you, waving your hands as everyone else did as Strange began to circle around your bundle of students. He eventually started trotting towards you, only turning his eyes to you when he got close. You tried to pretend he wasn't even there, averting yours eyes to specs on the ground rather than his features. You heard him huff, his odd sigh alarming you as he spoke.
     "Chin up, Ms.(L/N). Focus. I can tell you are not."He ordered, making you cringe at his orders, though you followed them none the less. He almost never comments anything for you to fix when he walks by you. He normally only has good things to say, and your also normally the only one he gives a smile to. Though you could see from the corner of your eye that there was no smile, you saw his usual glare and arrogant stern look that he gave to the others. That was it now. You were no longer special, now you were just like every other student to him, and that crushed you,"Your spell is barley holding on. I said focus, and straighten your arms."He commanded. You felt your throat close, your breathing quickening.
     "Yes, Master Strange."You forced out, your voice a bit shaky as you did as he told. You saw that he looked at you almost worryingly for a second, noticing your behavior, though he very obviously tried to ignore it. He walked off, continuing to critique the other students as you failed to remain focused. Your mind was wandering too far into this mess, you could no longer hold the spell, but it didn't matter anyway, he was looking at the others now. Class lasted at least another hour and a half before you wrapped it up, immediately rushing out of there as fast as you could. You jogged up the few steps up to the twin doors, escaping to your room and shutting the door behind you. You buried your face in your hands, feeling pathetic for this behavior towards your teacher. You didn't know if you could bare being around him, just being in his sight already made you feel awful. You needed a distraction of some sort, your mind was so troubled you couldn't even focus on your spells. You needed to get this whole thing off your mind. Though you didn't have very many hobbies that could distract you from this mindset, you figured maybe you could spend your time in the library learning things you'd probably need to know for your new class. You did find yourself not knowing some of the things Stephen talked about, maybe it would be useful to study up on some of these new spells. You took a deep breath, clenching your chest as you leaned off the door and strutted off to the library. When you arrived, you wandered in and greeted Wong, wandering down the aisle of books and picking out some that you thought would be fitting. You carried the books up to your chest, walking on the creaking wooden floor as you stumbled across where you and Stephen had your incident. You shuddered just reminding yourself of that memory, avoiding it and deciding to sit at another desk. You sat down and grabbed the first book, opening it and beginning to procrastinate from your problems. You mostly just read through the spells, attempting to perform some of the small ones where you sat. You kept glancing over at the clock as you studied, counting up the hours you sat there browsing through those books, and knowing that you felt exhausted. However, you knew putting your head to a pillow would result in all your thoughts coming back to you, so you wanted to keep distracting yourself. You yawned, rubbing your eyes as you were hardly able to keep yourself from falling asleep. You laid your chin in your hands, running your eyes across the page and putting every inch of focus you had left into every word. Unfortunately, that didn't hold on forever, as you found your head down on top of the page and drifting into sleep only seconds later. You breathed in that fresh book smell, closing your eyes and snuggling your head against your arms. You were out for who knows how long, not bothering to get up and go to your room. Soon after you fell asleep, you heard noise coming from your right, sounding like loud footsteps, echoing through your ears. You didn't bother to inspect the noise, only continuing to relax until the footsteps stopped. You couldn't help, but feel whoever was there looking at you, there eyes judging you in every way possible. You huffed, trying to ignore what you knew was your brain exaggerating the situation and being dramatic. Then, the footsteps began again, getting louder and closer to you as you felt a hand suddenly fall onto your back.
     "Ms.(L/N)?"A familiar voice called for you, noting that the persons hand against your back was quite large. You furrowed your eyebrows as you peaked up from your arms to the blinding light above you, putting your hands over your eyes and rubbing them gently so you could get a good look at the being who spoke your name. You were alarmed, suddenly widening your eyes out of panic as you jumped and leaned back in your chair. Evidently that was a mistake, as you were very close to tumbling back to the ground, but luckily your teacher caught it before it did so,"Woah, calm down."He softly chuckled,"You seem to have a habit of falling over don't you?"Stephen observed, looking at your shaken expression and quickly asking what he had planned to as he pulled your chair back onto its legs,"What are you doing up at this hour? You should be sleeping." Stephen stressed, leaning over the desk and looking at you with an eyebrow raised. You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to sit up straight and avoid eye contact with his stern grey pupils.
     "Uh."You struggled to process a full thought, pushing some of your hair behind your ear and nervously trying to make yourself not look sleep deprived,"I was just studying. Learning some new spells for the class."You responded. Stephen nodded, noticing your nervous behavior and most likely concluding it'd be best if he left you alone.
     "Well alright."He leaned off the table, standing up straight,"You best get to sleep. As your teacher I highly recommend you do. You won't be productive if you don't have the energy."Stephen necessitated, turning his toe and beginning to strut away from you. You watched him walk away from you, feeling that he needed to stay so you both could figure this out and at the least be friends again. You two were alone, this could be the perfect moment to finally talk about your situation and fix it. It was obvious you were a nervous wreck around Stephen, and he was obviously trying to avoid the problem at hand. You both could use this, you could tell it was affecting him too.
     "Stephen."You stood up from your seat, watching him stop in his tracks and glance over his shoulder at you. He looked at you for what you had to say, your knees nearly buckling and feeling as if you'd collapse under them,"Can we please t-talk?"You stuttered, your breathing unsteady as Stephen looked at you with his mouth slightly hung open. He seemed shocked to hear you just say it, turning away and sighing gruffly before slowly walking towards you. His head was to the ground at first, but when he got close to you he tilted it up to look you in the eyes.
     "What is there to talk about, Ms.(L/N)-."
     "Will you stop calling me that!"You shouted angrily, feeling like you had no control over what you had yelled, but it was your feelings. He looked at you stunned, his chest lifting up and down with his heavy breathing. You scrunched up your nose, your lip quivering,"Please stop acting like you don't know me."You pleaded, gazing at him with every last inch of hope that he would understand. He looked at you sternly at first, once again seeming like he was trying to remain professional and not open up like he mistakingly did before. However, he couldn't hold it in forever, sighing and running a hand across his forehead and through his greased hair.
     "(Y/N)..."He paused, looking off to the side as he gathered his thoughts,"We just can't do this, even a strong friendship is quite a step between a teacher and student. Not to mention, that I don't have the best experience with dating people I work around."He explained,"It just isn't a good idea. This is a place of work, It's just policy."He ended, shrugging to show that he thought there was no hope to make it work. You studied his expression, seeing the true want on his features, though he was telling himself no. You shook your head, stepping closer to his tall form.
     "But what about what we want?"You reached for his hand, gripping it softly and holding it at your side,"Policy shouldn't matter if what we want interferes with it."You argued, looking up at him the other soft eyes and not hesitating one bit with what you said next,"I adore you so much, Stephen. You taught me everything I know."You squeezed his hand tighter,"And this last day has been misery knowing that you told me no."You muttered, your voice cracking mid sentence as you leaned forward and laid your forehead against his chest. You looked at the floor, hearing Stephens breathing above you as he you felt his hand touch your head.
     "I didn't mean it like that."He countered, running his fingers through your hair and eventually to your back,"I'm just conflicted."He admitted, caressing his hand down to the small of your back, until you lifted your face to look up at him.
     "Why? Because of what your 'work' tells you to do?"You questioned,"Just follow what your feelings tell you, Stephen. You'll be happier that way."You advised, slightly smiling as his expression changed to one of admiration. Stephens hand traveled up your back again, squeezing your soft and small hand that was still held in his. He stared into your (E/C) eyes contently, you feeling that same urge that you had yesterday. Though now, you were hesitant, would he reject you again? Would you be hurt all over again? You didn't want to know, you were too scared of the consequences. However, it seemed you didn't have to make the move, Stephen had finally managed to make up his mind. Stephen leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours as he stepped even closer to you. He clenched your hand in his, pushing you against him as your free hand glided up his chest. You began to lift yourself up on the tips of your toes to reach his mouth, feeling his beard scratch your cheek as you let go of his hand to cup his face. You pulled away for a moment, looking up at him and smiling softly,"I'm guessing you finally made up your mind?"You asked, seeing a smile cross Stephens features.
     "Mmmm...no I think I'm still working on it."Stephen replied sarcastically, earning a giggle from you as you realized what a stupid question that was. He was kissing you, that should've been the go to for 'I've made up my mind'. You rolled your eyes, going to lean into the kiss again, but he pulled away with a smirk on his lips,"Woah woah woah. I hope you remember I told you if you rolled your eyes at me again, you would no longer be my favorite student."He teased, making you huff and purse your lips, the slightest grin in your expression.
     "Hm, I think I'll always be your favorite, Master Strange."You played, your hand caressing Stephens cheek as he brought his hand up to intertwine with yours that lied against his face. You leaned forward again, pressing your lips against his and squeezing his hand tightly. You pushed on the back of his head with your other hand, intensifying the kiss and stepping even closer to him. You were beginning to feel that same urge you felt last time, the urge to get him on top of you. You felt again like you couldn't control yourself, and now that you happily knew he wanted you too, you felt no remorse. You pulled your hand that was intertwined with his from his cheek, guiding his hand down to your chest and placing his hand against your breast. You could hear Stephen softly moan into the kiss, pulling away and staring at you for a moment with uncertainty. You gazed up at him, taking his hand from around your waist and putting it against your other breast,"Please, Stephen."You begged, biting your lip as your attempt to seduce him. He looked lustful, want in his eyes as you felt his hands softly squeeze your chest. You reached forward, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a rough kiss. Stephen leaned against you, massaging your chest softly as he began to step forward, eventually pushing you back against a bookcase. Stephen pulled away from the kiss, immediately attacking your neck and kissing your skin roughly. You brought your hand up to cover your mouth, suppressing your whimpers as your other hand found its way to Stephens hair. He softly bit down on your neck, sucking softly and definitely leaving bruises that would show up later. You had a lot of trouble holding back your moans, biting your lip to keep you silent as Stephens hands roamed down your sides and to around your waist. He forced you closer to him, your body pushed against his as you felt his bulge against the space between your legs. The sensation released a small whine from you, your hips bucking closer to him as his groin rubbed against you. He pulled away, looking into your eyes seductively as you returned the stare right back to him. You were both breathing heavily, your faces so close that your noses breezed by each other. You kissed him softly, your hand caressing his sharp cheekbones and murmuring as you pulled away,"Take me to your bedroom, Stephen."You requested submissively, looking down at your bodies that slowly moved against one another. Stephens hands moved down to your sides, your palms on his chest as you felt his breath against your skin.
     "Are you sure you want this?"He queried, his voice deep and raspy as he breathed heavily, you feeling his heartbeat in your ears. You felt warm and safe in his arms, his grip on your waist making you feel secure. You ran your hands up his chest, caressing his bearded face and whispering softly as your eyes drew up to his.
     "I've never wanted something more."You answered, taking a moment to admire his grey eyes before leaning into a soft kiss. He kissed you back passionately, his hand cupping your face as you both simultaneously pulled away. You took his hand in yours and wandered out of the library, barley able to keep your hands off each other until you got to his quarters. He opened the door for you as you walked in, Immediately hearing Stephen slam the door shut, and you both being instantly all over each other. He took you in his arms, pulling you against him with his arms around your waist and yours around his neck. You kissed each other with impulse, Stephen walking you both over to the bed and pushing you down against the soft covers without taking your lips off one another. Stephen crawled on top of you, his legs on each side of your body and his arms against the bed above your head. His lips wandered down your neck to your collarbone, your legs wrapping around his waist as you finally felt free to be loud. You groaned into the air, your arms above your head, searching to hold your lovers hand. His fingers intertwined with yours, Stephen sitting up straight and bringing your hand to his lips as he kissed the top of your hand sweetly before guiding it to his chest. You instantly began to undress him, sliding his shirt down his arms and leaving him bare chested. You ran your hands up his strong chest, gripping his shoulders tightly and pulling him down so he was lying against you. You hands ran down his back, Stephen scrambling to take off your robe like shirt. He pulled apart your robe piece by piece, throwing it to the side and out of the way as he leaned down and kissed down to your chest. You reached behind you, beginning to unhook your bra and Stephen immediately ripping it off you once it was undone. He kissed your breasts lovably, gripping them and massaging them as he did so. You moaned into the air above you, your fingers tangling in his brown hair as his hands ran up and down your body. He pushed himself up, kissing your lips softly as you began to tug off his pants. He reached down just as you did, trying to slip off your undergarments as well. You both managed to pull each other's clothes off in what seemed like seconds, leaving you both completely naked. You pulled Stephen against you, your hand cradling his head as you kissed his chin. Your kisses traveled up his jawline, moving to his earlobe as you nibbled on it. Stephen groaned softly at your action, the sound of his gruff voice making you feel immensely aroused. Stephens forearms lied against the beds pillows above your head, his length pressing against your womanhood and making you shiver with pleasure. You moaned loudly at the sensation, quickly bringing your hand up to cover your mouth so you wouldn't alert anyone in the rooms close to yours. Stephen looked at your panicked expression, a smile softly stretching across his features as he laughed at your fear of someone hearing the both of you. He took your hand from your mouth and held it tightly, pecking you on the lips.
     "Be as loud as you want. Right now I couldn't care less if someone heard us."Stephen spoke softly, cupping your cheek and kissing you again as he positioned himself in front of you. You felt his manhood press against your womanly parts, your back arching as you awaited him to enter you. Suddenly, his chest pressed against yours, his erection filling you as you gasped away from his kiss.
     "Oh god..."You whined softly, biting down on your lip as you dug your nails into Stephens back. He pulled himself out of you, only to push himself back in as your breath hitched with every movement. Your legs wrapped around his waist even tighter, your arms around his neck as he kissed down your jawline and began to slowly move his hips back and forth. You snuggled your face into his neck, gasping and kissing at his skin as he held the back of your head. You whimpered out of pleasure with every thrust, biting your lip hard and furrowing your eyebrows in the slightest. You moved your hands from his back, grappling onto his hands and holding them tightly. Soon enough, the bed began to rock back and forth, creaking quietly as you bucked your hips closer to him. You bit down on your fingernails, both of you beginning to sweat profusely and pant. Stephens lips sucked on your breasts as he pleasured you, his free hand running down your body to pleasure your clit. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, staring at the ceiling with your mouth dropped open as the sensation overwhelmed you. Stephen fingers rubbed in circles against your womanhood, his other hand holding your cheek as he kissed you roughly. His tongue tangled inside your mouth, both of you moaning into the kiss as Stephen began to pick up his speed. His thrusts were harder, faster, making your body begin to tremble as you gripped the sheets tightly. You moaned loudly, your sweat covered bodies gliding against each other as you begged for more.
     "Stephen...more."You groaned, your wish becoming his command as he began to thrust even harder. He pounded against you, your heart racing as the pleasure became nearly unbearable. You chocked on your own words, cursing under your breath as you felt his length push in and out of you. You writhed in delight, beginning to feel yourself go over the edge,"Don't stop."You repeated over and over under your breath, Stephen softly moaning close to your ear as he buried his face in the sheets next to you. You could tell he was about to cum as well, gripping the covers tightly and slamming his thighs against you repeatedly. His moans grew louder, muffled by the pillows as you heard him cry out your name with lust.
     "Fuck! (Y/N)!"You heard him curse, before a shock was sent down your bones, your body shaking as your toes curled when you orgasmed. All your muscles tightened, feeling Stephen begin to fill you as he came. Your insides clenched around his length, pulsating as you whimpered into the palm of your hand to keep you quiet. You both lied there, panting and quivering with glee as your breathing accelerated. Slowly you found yourself calming down from the high, your thighs squeezing against Stephens sides as you eased back into relaxation. He pulled his head away from the covers, looking at you for only a moment before kissing your lips lovingly. The kiss was long and passionate, Stephen finally pulling away as he pulled out of you. He laid on top of you for a while longer however, both of you recovering from the orgasm and every now and then kissing each other sweetly. You relaxed your legs against the bed covers, you and Stephens noses touching as you smiled at him and looked him in the eyes. He grinned back at you, leaning his forehead against yours for a few moments before sliding off of you and lying by your side. You turned over to face him, lying your head against the cold pillow and admiring his handsome features. Stephen smiled contently, lifting a hand up to softly run his thumb across your cheek, leaving you with only one last question on your mind.
     "So...does this mean we're a thing now?"You questioned, earning a small chuckle from Stephen as he lied his hand against your side.
     "I thought it was obvious."He noted, lifting an eyebrow and making you softly giggle at his remark,"But only if you can promise that at least for now, this will be our secret."Stephen proposed,"I don't know if everyone else is ready for this relationship."He joked, making you smile as you gripped onto his hand and kissed the top of it, holding it close to you.
     "Deal."You agreed, smiling cheekily and scooting closer to him as you kissed him softly. You snuggled up against his chest, Stephen wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you close, evidently bringing your perfect night to a perfect end.