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Unexpected Chemistry - Doctor Strange (fanfic)! ⚠️ warning! Smut/18+ scenes!

It was a breezy afternoon when you decided to visit your favorite spiritual shop, a hidden gem tucked away in the heart of the city. The shop was filled with the scent of incense and the soft glow of candlelight, with ambient music creating a tranquil atmosphere. As you perused the crystals and tarot cards, your attention was suddenly drawn to a tall man browsing through the same section.

His presence was commanding, his aura almost tangible. With sharp features, intense blue eyes, and an air of confidence, he stood out among the eclectic mix of patrons. You couldn’t help but stare a bit longer than socially acceptable, captivated by his enigmatic demeanor. To your surprise, he noticed. His eyes met yours, and a small, knowing smile played on his lips. Feeling caught, you quickly averted your gaze, pretending to be engrossed in a book about chakras.

Moments later, you heard his voice, smooth and confident, “Finding anything interesting?”

You looked up, your heart skipping a beat. “Oh, um, just browsing. How about you?”

“I’m always interested in expanding my knowledge,” he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m Stephen, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself, feeling a strange connection. There was something magnetic about him that made you want to keep talking. After a few moments of small talk, you mustered up the courage to ask, “Would you like to grab a coffee with me? There’s a nice café not far from here.”

His smile broadened. “I’d love that.”

You both decided to meet outside the shop a few hours later, and after parting ways, you couldn’t shake off the excitement bubbling inside you. When the time came, you found him waiting, looking even more striking in the evening light. Together, you walked to the café, and as you sat down, the conversation flowed effortlessly.

Stephen was charming and flirtatious, his wit sharp and engaging. He had a way of making you feel at ease while simultaneously setting your heart racing. You found yourself laughing more than you had in a long time, sharing stories and learning about each other’s lives. He talked about his journey from being a renowned surgeon to discovering the mystical arts.

“So, what got you interested in spiritual shops?” he asked, genuinely curious.

You smiled, feeling comfortable opening up. “I’ve always been drawn to the metaphysical. There’s something calming about connecting with the spiritual side of things. It helps balance my everyday life, especially working at the pet shop.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “There’s a lot of wisdom in ancient practices. They teach us to look beyond the obvious, to understand the deeper layers of reality.”

You were fascinated by his perspective. “You sound like you’ve had quite the journey yourself. What led you to... this?” You gestured vaguely, unsure how to describe his aura of mystery.

Stephen chuckled softly. “A series of unfortunate events, as they say. I was a neurosurgeon, arrogant and obsessed with my work, until a car accident changed everything. My hands were ruined, and I searched the world for healing. That’s when I found Kamar-Taj and learned about the mystic arts. It opened my eyes to a reality far beyond what I had ever imagined.”

His story was both tragic and inspiring. “That’s incredible. It must have taken a lot of strength to go through that.”

He looked at you with a warmth that made your heart flutter. “It did. But I found a new purpose. And meeting people like you makes it all worth it.”

After a delightful time at the café, he looked at you with a warmth that made your heart race. “How about we have a real date in three days? There’s an Italian restaurant I think you’d love,” he proposed.

You nodded eagerly, “I’d like that.”

Three days passed in a blur of anticipation. You went about your routine at the pet shop, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Stephen. You replayed your conversations in your mind, each memory making you smile. When the evening of the date arrived, you dressed carefully, wanting to look your best. Stephen was waiting outside the restaurant, looking dapper and sophisticated in a tailored suit.

Dinner was a magical experience. The restaurant was cozy and intimate, with soft lighting and the aroma of delicious Italian dishes filling the air. Stephen pulled out your chair for you, his gentlemanly manners making you feel special.

As you browsed the menu, he leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. “What looks good to you?”

You glanced up, meeting his eyes. “Everything. I can’t decide.”

He chuckled. “How about we share a few dishes? That way, we get to try more.”

You agreed, and soon, the table was filled with a variety of plates, each one more delicious than the last. Over dinner, the conversation deepened.

“So, Y/N,” Stephen said, his gaze intense yet playful, “what’s something about you that most people don’t know?”

You thought for a moment, enjoying the way his attention never wavered from you. “I have a secret passion for painting. It’s something I do to relax, but I’ve never shown my work to anyone.”

His eyebrows lifted in surprise. “A hidden artist. I’d love to see your paintings sometime.”

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. “Maybe someday. What about you, Stephen? Any hidden talents?”

He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well, aside from bending the fabric of reality, I’m quite skilled at close-up magic. Want to see a trick?”

You nodded eagerly. He puts his hand in his pocket and pulled out a deck of cards, performing an intricate sleight of hand that left you both amazed and amused.

“Impressive,” you said, genuinely awed. “You must be fun at parties.”

He laughed. “I try. It’s all about keeping people entertained.”

As the evening came to a close, he insisted on walking you home. The streets were quiet, and the moon cast a soft glow over everything. You talked about your favorite books, movies, and places you’d like to visit someday.

Outside your apartment, he reached out for a hug. His embrace was warm and comforting, his arms wrapping around you in a way that made you feel safe. As you looked into each other’s eyes, still holding each other, he leaned in and kissed you gently. It was a tender, lingering kiss that left you breathless and wanting more.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear before he turned and walked away.

You watched him go, your heart fluttering, and then made your way inside. Sleep came easily that night, filled with dreams of him.

The next day was like any other, until you returned home from work. As you settled on the couch to watch TV, a familiar swirling light caught your eye. Stephen stepped through a portal, his eyes intense and filled with a longing that mirrored your own.

Stephen's gaze locked onto yours, a mixture of relief and desire igniting the air between you. He sauntered over to the couch, his voice a deep, velvety rumble.

“Can we talk?”

You look at him surprised

“yes of course”

He takes a seat next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a moment, gathering his thoughts before speaking.

“I... I can't stop thinking about you.”

He says, his confession hanging in the air.

You can't help smiling as you look at him

“The same honestly”

Stephen's heart skips a beat as you smile. He leans a little closer, his gaze fixated on you, his voice filled with a touch of vulnerability.

“I've been trying to tell myself it's a terrible idea, that I shouldn't let my feelings for you grow.”

Without saying anything or any warning he leans in and kisses you.

The moment their lips meet, time seems to stand still. Stephen's hand finds its way to your cheek, his touch gentle yet filled with a barely restrained passion. As he deepens the kiss, all the doubts and hesitation that had weighed on him disappear. He pulls you closer, as if he can't get enough of you.

His grip on you tightens the moment he hears you moan. The sound sends a jolt of electricity through him, his mind and body on fire with desire. He deepens the kiss, his tongue gently exploring your mouth, tasting, claiming. He can't get enough of you, his hands roving over your body, needing to feel every inch of you.

His dominance takes over as he gently pushes you back onto the couch, his body covering yours. His hands wander over your curves, his lips exploring your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your skin. He growls, the sound deep and possessive as he hovers over you, his eyes darkened with desire.

Your arms wraps around his shoulders and neck slowly and his lips continue their downward path, his breath hot against your skin. His hands find the hem of your shirt, slowly peeling it off, revealing more and more of your skin to him. The sight of you, laid out beneath him, is driving him wild. He can barely contain himself, his body screaming for more, to claim you fully.

Once your shirt is removed, Stephen pauses to take in the sight of you beneath him, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes roam over your exposed skin, his gaze filled with hunger. He leans in, his lips finding your collarbone as his hands gently run down your sides, savoring the feel of your body against him. He kisses a path down your chest, his tongue teasing and tasting, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake.

You gasp as fingers find that sweet spot between your legs, his touch sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through you. He kisses you deeply, capturing your gasp with his mouth as his fingers move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He groans into the kiss, feeling the way you respond to his touch, the way your body arches against him.

His finger slides into you, eliciting a moan from you. He begins moving his finger in and out, setting a rhythm that makes your breath come in quick gasps. His eyes are dark and intense, watching your every reaction.

Stephen watches you closely, a satisfied grin on his face as he hears your soft moans. He adds another finger, stretching you slowly, his pace and pressure increasing. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers,

“That's it, let me hear you.”

He grins as he feels you nearing the brink of ecstasy, but instead of letting you fall over that precipice, he suddenly stops, pulling his fingers away. You let out a whine of protest, but he captures it with a kiss, his lips claiming yours in a possessive, dominant display.

He catches your hand before it reaches his most sensitive area. He intertwines his fingers with yours, pinning it in place against the couch. His gaze is intense, the look in his eyes commanding.

“No, not yet.”

He hovers over you, his body pressing down on yours, his lips finding your ear as he whispers,

“This is about you.”

You nod with a hint of disappointment but still you couldn't really complain,

“Alright..”

He stands up to pull you up and lead you to the bedroom, he pushes you gently to your back on the bed.

Stephen's eyes roam over you as he stands before you, his gaze molten hot with desire. He strips off his clothes, revealing his toned, lean body. His skin is marked with the faint traces of old injuries and the scars left behind from past battles.

He crawls onto the bed, his body covering yours as he hovers over you, the press of his skin against your making your heart race, your breathing to quicken.

Stephen takes his time as his lips move down your body, leaving a trail of hot, open-moutheds against your skin. You gasp as he licks your clit, the brief moment of pleasure sending a wave of heat through you.

The feel of his tongue on your sensitive flesh, the pressure, the slight bite of his teeth, makes you bite your lip to keep from crying out. Stephen moves his way up your body, his lips leaving hot, wet kisses as he goes. He stops, his lips hovering over yours, his breaths coming in short pants.

His body is a solid weight against you as he positions himself between your legs. He looks down at you, eyes darkened with desire, his breath hot. You feel the press of his length against your entrance, and you shiver in anticipation.

Stephen shudders at the feel of your touch, the gentle caress like a match to the fire that's burning within him. He adjusts his position slightly, pressing the tip of his length against your entrance. His eyes meet yours, his breathing a little ragged as he speaks, his voice rough with lust

"Ready?”

You nod gently and he looks into your eyes, making sure you're okay, and then slowly, carefully, he starts to push himself inside you.

Stephen lets out a low growl as he sinks further into you, your gasp and moans igniting something primal within him. He struggles to control himself, wanting to go slow, to take his time. But the feeling of you around him is making it difficult.

He starts to move, slow and deep, each thrust drawing a moan from your lips. He watches you, every expression, every sound you make, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and possession. His arms shake as he holds himself above you, the need to take you, to claim you, almost overwhelming him.

The feeling of your hand on his arms, the way you gasp and moan as he moves inside you, drives him wild. He wants to hear more, wants to make you cry out his name. He changes his angle slightly, increasing the pace a little, and the sound that escapes you makes him groan deeply.

Stephen's control snaps at the sound of your small whines and moans. His thrusts becomes deeper, rougher, his pace increasing, his body covering yours completely. He pins your wrists above your head, the gesture dominant, possessive. He growls in your ear.

His grip on your wrists tightens, the feeling of you beneath him making him lose what little control he has left. The sound of your gasps and moans, the way you breath quickens, the way you respond to him drives him wild. He pounds into you harder, deeper.

He keeps up the relentless pace, taking you with a primal need. He can feel you trembling, the way you whine, moan and gasp for breath, and it drives him mad.

“That's it, good girl”

His words sends shivers down your body and he notices the effect his words have on you, the way you shiver. He smirks, his eyes dark and intense as he looks down at you.

“You like that, don't you? You like it when I take control”

His pace increases, his thrusts getting rougher, his grip on your wrists never wavering.

As you whine and moan for him, he moves his other hand down to your abdomen, pressing down hard against the mattress. The pressure makes your body arch up against him, and he lets out a low, guttural growl of approval. His eyes rake over you, taking in the sight of you trembling beneath him, his hand holding you down, and his possessive need for you increases tenfold.

Stephen can feel your body tensing beneath him, signalling that you're close. The way your moans and gasps get louder as he presses your abdomen down, tells him all he needs to know. He grins, his own breathing ragged and ragged with need. He keeps up the pace and pressure, his eyes dark and locked with yours, wanting to push you over the edge.

His eyes narrow at your words, a low, possessive growl rumbling in his chest. You can feel his grip tightening, his hold on you becoming fiercer as he feels your body beginning to come undone.*

“Yes, that's it. Come for me,”

He demands, his voice deep and commanding

Stephen watches as you come undone beneath him, the sound of your long drawn-out moan and the feeling of your entrence twitching, drive him to the edge. He holds on just a little longer, savoring the sight of you quivering and shaking, the sound of your voice saying his name, his own body on the brink of exploding. He gasps, his eyes dark and intense,

“Good girl”

Now he can't hold back any longer. With a final hard thrust, he lets go, his body shuddering and tensing as he spills himself inside you. He groans deeply, his arms giving out as he collapses on top of you. He's panting, his breaths coming in shuddering gasps, his chest heaving with the effort. His body is slick with sweat, and he rolls onto his side, pulling you close against him.

He pulls you against his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other gently tracing lazy patterns on your skin. His breathing is ragged, his heart racing, still reeling from the intensity of their encounter. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips gently brushing against your sensitive skin, placing soft kisses. He says nothing, simply enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms, close to him.

The next morning, you woke up in each other’s arms. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over you both. You spent a lazy morning cuddling, showering together, making coffee, and enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company.

As he prepared to leave, Stephen kissed you deeply. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

With a smile, you watched him step through a portal, disappearing from view. Your heart was full, knowing that this was just the beginning of something incredible.

Part 2 coming soon!