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reiderwriter · 4 months ago

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🩺 Protect and Serve 🩺

Spencer Reid x stripper! Female Reader

For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge

Summary: Spencer makes a fool of himself in front of a very pretty nurse. Who turns out to not be a nurse at all, but a stripper.

Warnings: Erotic dance, pole dancing, uniforms, doctor play (?), semi-public sex, fingering, strip tease, nipple play, use of birth control - condoms, penetrative sex (PinV).

A/N: He's protecting, she's serving cunt. That's the pairing dynamic for this fic. I love writing Spencer as dumb because he does canonically lose it around hot people, and we, dear readers, are all hot people. I added the strip tease song below of you want to really get in the mood!

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“Okay, everyone, listen up,” Hotch called out to the masses, the three teams of officers, and his own team who were lined up and ready to receive orders.

“We're going to do a simple canvass. Ask anyone you spot if they've seen our missing person and if they've seen any suspicious activity around the area in the last month. You have further lines of questioning laid out in your briefs. Also, we have no reason to believe the unsub will be hunting right now, so we're going to be canvassing individually.”

The crowd nodded in a wave of understanding, taking the information as it came before getting ready to receive their areas to work in.

Spencer had devised the map himself, so he didn't have to wait in line, instead, walking to his corner of the block and getting himself ready for interactions.

The clock struck 11, and he began, waiting for the usual shaky characters of the night to stroll out onto the streets. After a series of abductions from this area, and the general disrepair of all local CCTV cameras, the BAU knew exactly where their unsub was hunting from, but not the how, the why, or the who.

In a last ditch effort, they'd turned to goodwill from the public.

“Excuse me, sir, do you have a few minutes to answer some ques-”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Okay, have a great evening.”

For the best part of the first hour, all of his interactions were the same repeat of hostility and general apathy. For long stretches of time, nobody walked by at all, and some were even growing frustrated by being accosted by multiple law enforcement officers within the hour.

He'd almost lost hope for a lead when the clock struck twelve, and you'd ran around the corner, nearly bowling him over as you raced to get to work.

“Shit, oh, I'm sorry-” you said, realising you'd landed in a soft place, and not on the tarmac you knew from experience was a pain. He'd accidentally broken your fall and was all the more sorry for it.

“No, it's okay… ah, um, it's not that bad.”

You stood yourself up, removing yourself from the body of the stranger. The body of the man wearing an FBI jacket, who you now recognised as being with one of the dozen or so cops that had stopped you in your dash from your car (parked further downtown so it wouldn't get stolen) to your place of work.

“Oh, god, I'm so sorry, officer. I didn't mean to- I'm sorry,” you mumbled again and again as you offered him a hand up. He took it hesitantly, grabbing his papers as he jumped on this opportunity to have a conversation with the first normal looking person he'd come across in an hour.

If he'd been less eager, less tired, and in all honesty, less immediately attracted to you he'd have realised that you had a destination in mind. One that, while being above board mostly, still made you weary of cops.

“It's Agent actually - Doctor, but- anyway, um, could I possibly have a few minutes of your time? We're looking into a recent string of abductions in the area, and we’re asking if you've seen anything out of the ordinary.”

You stood trapped by his surprisingly wide frame, his height dwarfing you by a few inches and the path being just narrow enough that you either had to decline politely, or just push past him to keep going.

Unfortunately, you, too found him slightly too attractive than you were willing to admit, attractive enough that you'd gladly miss out on a half hours worth of tips to answer questions you'd honestly already answered before now. You'd always been weak for a man in uniform.

“I-I guess so. This will only be a few minutes, right?”

“Of course, I wouldn't want to keep you from your work,” he said, gesturing down at your outfit. If it weren't for his totally genuine tone, you'd have thought he was being cruel.

Usually, you didn't show up for work in your performance clothes, trying not to draw any more attention to yourself on the streets at midnight, but you'd been forced to that day.

It was Uniform Day at the strip club, and your boss was entirely too cheap to buy the Uniforms himself, and absolutely cruel enough to penalise anyone who showed up without some kind of costume. Your nurse outfit had been in transit and out for delivery since 10 am. that morning, arriving exactly 10 hours later.

It wasn't exactly a realistic cosplay. Sure there was a cute pen clip, and you were technically wearing scrubs, but they were also skin tight, and you knew for a fact that your nipples were hard and visible through the thin material, because taking a glance down, even you could see them.

“Do you usually work the night shift?” He asked, bringing his clipboard up to take notes of your answers.

He absolutely did not know you were a stripper.

“Yeah. We don't really get many people in during the day. Too embarrassing, not the time for it.”

He nodded and tried to pretend like he was writing something of merit down, but secretly, he was very much enjoying the curves Of your body as the tight material hung off your body.

The “scrubs” were baby blue but he had no doubt that if the heavens opened right, then they'd become as see-through as cling film.

He, too, wanted to cling to you.

“Have you noticed anyone suspicious in the area recently, anything new or out of the ordinary?”

“I mean, I couldn't possibly say. You know how this neighbourhood is, it's… well, it's not exactly the safest.”

He nodded again and acted out sympathy, unaware how the feeling should feel now that he was faced with a woman so perfect that he'd entirely lost the ability to process emotions.

“Right, right…”

You stood for another moment or two, waiting for his follow up question, but his eyes raked over you in a way you were entirely familiar with. Unlike your usual clientele though, he snapped himself out of it, and had the wherewithal to look bashful.

“Ask about victim, no leading questions,” he read quickly, before looking up at you and stammering through a new question.

“S-so. Are there usually a lot of women walking around this area alone at night?”

You did your nest to hold off a smile, to stay serious as he made the best of the script he was given.

“Yeah, a few of the places have staff on hand to protect the girls, but my place is mostly women. We stick together as best as we can, but a client or two gets too attached now and again,” he nodded.

“Patients can often become infatuated with their care staff,” he said, and he was so earnest that you wanted to take everything back and let him go. You wanted to see how long it would take him to realise there was only one body part you and your colleagues cared for.

“I did think the industry was becoming more gender inclusive. Are there no men on staff?”

“Oh, yeah. We have men, too. They're mostly request only, though, so we don't see them every day.”

“Fascinating! You know, believe it or not, anthropologically, humans are predisposed to view women as more caring and are 9 times out of 10 more likely to ask for women to care for them, the gender of the patient doesn't impact the data.”

“Oh, I can believe it.”

You smiled at him, and he looked taken aback for a minute or two. He finished by smiling back, and you definitely found this conversation worth as much as you'd lost in tips in the last half hour. You were half tempted to invite him back to the club with you for the night, to thank him for providing you with motivation for the night ahead.

“Um, so, if you do see anything in the future, you can call the police and here is my number,” he said, scrawling something down quickly on a piece of paper and handing it off to you.

“Oh. Oh, um, right, number. Uh,” you said, rooting around in your purse for your own business card to hand off to him. Partly because you wanted to resolve his misunderstanding, and partly just because you wanted to see what this overly respectful man would do with it.

“Candy Cayne,” he read, obviously looking past the body glitter that covered the cars and everything else you owned.

“Well, my real name is Y/N, but you can't be too safe these days.”

“Right,” he said, smiling again.

If these were the FBI agents put on the case of making your city safer, maybe you'd invest in a good taser and some more pepper spray.

Just in case.

“Spencer, over here!” One of the other agents you'd already spoken to called out from a block down the street, and hastily, Spencer Reid excused himself and let you finally continue on your way to work.

You had to convince yourself you weren't disappointed.

Morgan’s brows were furrowed as Spencer reached him.

“Why were you interviewing the stripper again, I already got her information when she came by me.”

“Stripper? What stripper?”

“You gotta be kidding me.”

Morgan looked at the younger man incredulously before turning him around with a hand on his shoulder and pointing in your direction.

“That stripper, Spencer.”

He couldn't help but let his eyes trail down to your ass as you quickly walled off, hips swaying perfectly, showing off your complete assets in the tight outfit.

“She's a nurse,” he defended, even as the blood drained from his face.

“Uh-huh, and what's her name?”

“...Candy Cayne,” he paused for a second before turning back to Morgan with a stricken expression on his face.

“Oh my god, she's a stripper.”

Five hours into your shift, and about $800 richer, you found yourself swinging around the pole freely again as your regulars slowly trickled out.

You kept on dancing, though, knowing that the morning crowd was about to get in, the night-shifters that had to wait the entire night to get off on your dancing delights.

Truckers you expected, security guards and night watchmen, too. Even the occasional older gentleman who found it hard to sleep in the mornings, so bored by retirement, they dropped in a few times a day.

What you weren't expecting was Spencer.

You heard the door open, the bell ringing out loudly as all the girls stopped to greet their new target.

“Hello, baby,” one called, the others chorusing around her.

“Oh it's free for you, sweetheart.”

“Wanna take a ride?”

“Aren't you just the cutest.”

Spencer spotted you - and your uniform - very quickly.

As predicted, with a little bit of water, your uniform had gone see through with the tiniest drop of water, the sweat from your ongoing workout and the body oil the matrons lathered you up in before showing off everything.

Still, Spencer tried to keep his gaze polite as he stood awkwardly at the edge of the stage and tried to engage you in conversation.

“Hi,” he said, shouting awkwardly over the music.

You shot him a confused look as you ground against the bar, still enjoying the tips of the last few stragglers. You gave him a confused look as you wrapped yourself around the pole, lifting yourself up and gripping the bar between your legs, pushing your chest backwards as you tipped your head upside down.

“Can we talk?” He asked, and you, slowly but surely, let go of the bar, ending on the floor with your legs spread wide as the few men enraptured by you wolf whistled and swore.

Finally, Spencer's bashful gaze dropped from your face as he stared at your scantily clad cunt.

The baby blue underwear - though you could barely call it underwear as you were barely wearing it - was most definitely not leaving enough to the imagination. Combined with the very clear view of your boobs, Spencer wasn't surprised when his IQ abandoned him, rushing to his second head to let it make mistakes.

“I'm sorry, officer,” you said, winking at him as you crawled forward, collecting tips as you went. “If my boss sees me talking to you instead of working, I can get fired. Tell me you've got at least a twenty on you.”

He scrambled for his wallet, pulling out all the cash he had and holding out a few dollars to you as you watched him.

He looked away again, just as you leaned down to take it, and you pouted again.

“Come on, sir,” you said, wiggling your ass a little to keep the other men entertained while you wore down at his morals. “You have to stick it down my shirt or something. Make it believable.”

His eyes snapped back to yours, and then immediately to your chest as you sat back on your knees and began playing with yourself, grabbing your tits and bouncing up and down as you showed off your special ‘skills.’

Hesitantly, he reached out a hand, and, hating how slow he was going, you met him halfway, pushing your chest into his open hand.

Though he was apprehensive, his body seemed able to take advantage quickly, and upon depositing the cash, he let his hand trace down the curve of your breast, squeezing it a little.

“I came to apologise-” he started, trying to remind himself to stick to the script he created for himself.

You didn't want to stick to any script.

“Boss, I've got a private dance!” you shouted out to the bar staff, getting a thumbs up from the manager there and a call back of a room number.

You grabbed the rest of the cash from his hands and lifted a hand so he could help you down the stage stairs, leading him quickly to a private room and closing the door.

“T-There’s been a mistake, I just came to apologise for my unnecessary comments earlier, and-” he paused, hands lifting up in surrender as you straddled him.

“What are you doing?”

“You can talk, but you paid for a dance. I thought this would be better for you, more private.”

“Oh, yes, thank you, that's very considerate.”

You nodded and began raking your nails down the front of his shirt, loosening his tie a little as you rose on your knees and gyrated your hips.

His gaze locked eyes with your chest, and for a moment, you worried he wasn't breathing anymore, his entire body having stilled. Then you rocked your hips down into his lap, and you realised he wasn't still but stiff.

He was rock fucking hard.

You grinned, and tried to pick the conversation back up with a casual tone.

“So how is canvassing going?”

“Hmm?” He said, unlearning. “Oh, uh. Good. We have a few leads we're going to investigate in the morning.”

“It is the morning, officer.”

He nodded and gulped, but his gaze had rested gently against your bare skin again.

You decided to treat him.

Standing back up, you grabbed the room control and queued up your favorite track to dance with. The private sances were usually boring, a constant reminding of ‘don't touch the dancers’ dropping from your lips as you half-heartedly rocked back and forth.

Unsurprisingly, though, you actually wanted this man to touch you.

Spencer willed his brain to quiet, though as it had taken up residence in his pants, he doubted it could hear any of his requests.

The opening lines of "I Put a Spell on You" by Annie Lennox played on the quiet room speakers, and you watched his hands clench into his pants.

You took a step forward, pushing your arms up as you swung your hips left and right.

“You said something about an apology earlier, right?”

I put a spell on you. Because you're mine.

“Yes,” he said, restrained to monosyllabic answers as your hands trailed down to your legs, catching the hem of your dress and pulling it up.

You revelled in the way his eyes widened, the way the veins in his hands popped as he grasped himself harder, the hitch in his breathing.

You pulled the offending garment up and danced it off your body until you were stood in just panties and stilettos.

Without flashing him even a hint of your breasts, though, you turned and sat yourself on his lap.

“W-We could've just talked here, right? You don't have to do this if you don't want to.”

“I know,” you said, grabbing his hands and covering your chest with them.

“But you were so earnest earlier, I felt a bit bad too. Let's call this even.”

You didn't get an answer from him, but his hands did start touching you, and you couldn't help but feel as though you'd won anyway.

You better stop the things that you do.

Taking your nipples between his fingers, he squeezed, and your ass pushed down into his cock, back arching as you began rubbing against his legs. You repositioned, letting your knees fall either some of his leg, leaning forward to balance yourself against his knee as you rocked your core into his leg.

“So, what's your name, officer.”

“Spencer-” he sighed, voice warm in your ear as he leaned closer, trying to hook his head over your shoulder to watch the rest of your body writhe.

“Doctor Spencer Reid.”

“Oh, how fancy, a Doctor. I've never had a doctor before,” you said, straightening and grabbing his hands again.

“And what a naughty little nurse I've been,” you giggled.

I tell you, I ain't lyin’.

“I'm not that kind of doctor,” he said, as your hands guided his to your cunt, giving him permission to enter your underwear.

“And as we've established, I'm not that kind of nurse. But I don't mind.”

He muttered to himself for a second before beginning to pay sweet attention to your clit. As bashful, and shy, and overall clumsy he had seemed outside, he absolutely had the theory of pleasure down to a T.

The pads of his fingers were rough against your clit, pushing your pleasure buttons roughly as you soaked his pants.

“That's it, Doctor, that's where the ache was.”

He caught on quickly and kept up his ministrations as you moaned in his lap.

“Ah, fuck. M-Maybe some medicine would help.me Doctor. A nice big injection.”

You stood and almost threw a tantrum at the loss of contact, but you returned yourself to his lap quickly.

He unbuttoned his pants as he stood, and his cock was released and waiting for you when you returned again.

Before you could get to it, though, his face buried itself in your chest.

You moaned at the contact, his tongue swirling around your already painfully sensitive nipples. You humped his leg wantonly, giving up the act and becoming the whore he likely thought you were. It was all too much for you, his hot stare, his surprisingly deft fingers. And then he gently bit your nipple, and your cunt clenched around nothing as you twitched and you came.

“Fuck, cock. Now!” You demanded, as the after waves of your orgasm still rolled through you. You grabbed a condom from the complementary basket nearby and rolled it onto his tip expertly before sinking yourself down on him.

“D-D you feel better now?” He asked, hands gripping the fat of your thighs as tightly as he'd gripped his pants earlier.

“Yes, Doctor Reid!” you said, your bounces sloppy as you stretched yourself around his dick.

He wasn't overly long or ridiculously thick. It was like you'd stumbled into the Goldilock fairy tale, because you'd found the cock that fit you just right.

Your brain short-circuited after your all too fast orgasm, and you moaned pathetically, almost grumpily as you failed to keep up the stamina.

You know better, Daddy. I can't stand it ‘cause you put me down.

As if noticing your distress, Spencer stood slightly, using a nearby table to balance out your additional weight, and finally lowered you onto it. You'd taken no notice of it in the past, but you now thanked the heaven that the table was sturdy and roughly cock height, as he began thrusting into you with just the right speed.

The clock struck six as he licked his fingers again and played with your clit once again, and with a sharp jerk of your hips, your cunt tightened around him and began milking his cock.

He came with a groan, though admittedly one quieter than your own.

I put a spell on you.

With a wet pop, his cock exited you, and he quickly went to work discarding the used condom. You tried to sit up quickly, and were surprised you could manage even that much, as you shimmied back into your wet dress.

“Apology accepted,” you said, as he turned back to you, put together once again.

You turned to leave, but he caught your waist and spun you back around to him. His lips were on yours in a second.

His tongue was hot and thick as it opened your mouth, exploring every inch as he forced you to submit once more. When you pulled back, his hand lightly grazed up the side of your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah. You too. Your apology.”

You couldn't help but let out a giggle as he walked you back toward the door, almost pinning you there for a round two.

“You really thought I was a nurse?”

“It was dark.”

You gave him another peck on the cheek and pulled away, gaining the respectable distance from your customer aa you re-emerged from the private room.

“I get off at 7,” you whispered yo him finally, before making your way back to the bar.

Your doctor sat himself down and waited for the clock to strike 7.

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iamsherlocked1479 · 2 years ago

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Darkest Disires

Pairing: Sinister strange x fem reader

Word count: 3k words

Summary: y/n falls through a portal through a series of misfourtunate events, eventually leading to him.

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“So how did it go?” Your best friend's voice sounded hopeful through the speaker of your phone as you walk down the busy street.

“I’m bringing the good bourbon to your place.” You sigh

“Oh dear, was he that bad?” Her tone saddened

“Elouise he asked me if I would spit or swallow twenty minutes in. Where do you find these guys?”

“My boyfriend recommended him!”

“The boyfriend who hates me.” You add sarcastically

“He does not hate you!”

“Uh huh, so finding a reason to be busy whenever I’m around isn’t hating?” You step into the convenience store.

“He has a busy job! And its not his fault your still moping about your college boyfriend. Come on that was eight years ago!”

“You don't get it, he was good” you emphasised on the good

“Yeah and now he’s a superhero i get it.”

“Whatever” you chuckle

You hear mumbling in the background and Elouises breath shortens “Y-y/n?”

“Yup what's up.” You ask leaning your phone to your shoulder whilst you tap your card on the reader and bagging the bottle.

“Where are you?” She worriedly asked

“Whole foods getting the bourbon, why?” You begin to become confused over her sudden panic.

“T-the one on seventh street?” You didn’t pay any attention to her voice, the sight of people running and screaming tore you away. You dropped your phone running to the window to find a huge octopus-like creature tearing a bus apart.

“Holy shit!” You shout rushing onto the street, avoiding the metal smashing through the windows. You notice the young girl running through the debris dodging each car that almost seemed to be targeting her. “Hey! Over here!” You shout coaxing her to hide in the alleyway with you. She complies and you grab her hand rushing through the panicked crowds.

“This way!” The girl pulled you along and the monster let out an ear piercing streak. You turned back to see

“Oh my god, look its Doctor Strange!” You pull the girl towards him. “He’ll stop it, he helped fight thanos.” Your optimism was misplaced, the monster whacked him through a coffee shop window and made a b-line straight for you.

“Oh shit.” You both yell, the monster lunges and wraps its tentacles around you, spinning you upside down and glaring at you with its great big eye. It exams the girl and shrieks at the sight of her. The girl scream and her eyes light up and a whole shaped like a star opens below you. The monster roared once again, the girl was dropped as an orange blade cuts through its tentacle. In the pain the monster raises you higher before freeing you to grab the girl once again.

You dropped clinging onto a tentacle, the star shaped portal looming closer by the second. Your grip began loosening and with a final struggle the tentacle was struck from your grasp, the world began to slow as you fell through the portal only to be held back by a rough yet familiar grip.

“Y/n?” Stephen knelt over the portal trying to pull you free

“Uh hi um Stephen how are you?” You ask awkwardly pretending you weren’t hanging for your life.

“Wow it's been so long, I haven’t seen you since-

“Since you dumped me for that goth what was her name? Mandy?” You snap back

“Mindy, sorry it was a college mistake.” He grunted

“Could you erm pull me up now?” You ask complacency

“Yeah sure I-“ but once again he was knocked back, releasing you from his grip, his cloak only threads away as you fell deep into the hole spinning and smacking into various objects eventually being knocked unconscious.

You woke up lifting yourself off the cold wet floor waves or rain water rushing down the street creating waves. Your hand lifted to soothe the stinging pain emerging from your head, you looked down at your hand noticing the blood left by the impact. And then you looked up, you were home in New York, but it was different. The sky was dark and buildings crumbled away as they clashed into each other, the streets were emptied, littered with papers and old dollars from the universe that once was. You walked down the street avoiding cars as they floated around you, the seasons changed unnaturally switching from storms to snow then storms again. It was strange, watching as the once humming city dissipated into a shore with one lonely building slowly fading into particles at the coast line. It was Doctor Strange's sanctum, maybe Stephen could help you, maybe he was here too.

You cautiously approached the house before pushing open the heavy door revealing a never ending staircase towering over the ocean. You followed the steps, growing ever so closer to the summit noticing how the railings became more used and dusty the closer you got. You began to hear the muffled sounds of what seemed like a piano, a tune radiated from the top, it was sad and lonely but beautiful in its own way, your foot stepped down causing the stair to creek. The music ceased and you held your breath as heavy foot prints loomed closer. A familiar figure blocked the dim candle light as it stood proudly at the top, it was Stephen but he was different. His cape was missing and his robes were darker with leather padding his shoulders, he daunted many belts wrapping tightly around his waist and his goatee was loose and more deranged than the one you saw earlier. His hair was nowhere near as tidy with loose strands following his sharp cheekbones. He stood hands behind his back looking down at you.

“Y/n? Is that you? After all these years?” he stepped down edging closer down the steps towards you.

“Stephen? Is that you? You look, different.” your words stopped him in his tracks.

“How did you get here?” his tone became more defensive, and his hand clutched the book chained to his side.

“I fell through a hole, well technically you dropped me.” you say watching the way his dark blue eyes examined you.

“You’re from a different universe. How?” he stepped closer tilting his head as he examined you.

“I- I don’t know, there was this girl, she screamed and then the portal opened.” you gulped he was now inches away from you, still above you but you could see him more clearly now. The way his eyes looked tied and afraid of you? And the way his robes tightened particularly around his biceps, he looked the same but you could tell he was different, almost sinister.

“You’re hurt, come with me.” he reached out your hand and you took it. It was cold yet soft, the hands of a musician. He led you up the stairs revealing the darkened room littered with cobwebs.

“You don’t get out much do you?” you asked, noticing the piles of compositions and books littering every dusty surface.

“Incursions are dangerous, it's better to stay here. No matter how horrible this place is.” The most prominent thing was the vortex spinning in the main hall pulling in the particles being lifted from the building. “Here” he used his magic and pulled a chair towards you, gesturing to sit down.

“So how did you know me? Well I guess the other me.” You asked as he began tending to the cut on your forehead.

“College ex.” He said bluntly

“Oh right, yeah. Mindy” you mutter

“No, Mike. In this universe i loved you more than anything and you left me for a guy called mike.” He complained applying slightly too much pressure.

“Oh, well in my universe its the other way around. We were fine then it-“ he cut you off

“Just wasn’t meant to be.”

“That's what you said” you both added. The feeling was strange, he was the same man only he wanted to be with you, just like you had with your stephen.

“So you wanted to be with me?” You pressed on

“More than anything, you were.” He paused and wiped a loose strand of hair from your face “you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as they blushed. You weren’t seriously crushing on a guy you met literally 30 minutes ago are you?

But he wasn’t a new person, you dated for 3 years he was the same but different in the best way. And now that man's eyes were staring deep into your own, and his lips where looking so delicious.

“So i saw you became a surgeon then.” You break your trance with an obvious question

“Don’t change the subject y/n” his voice rattled you so deep and seductive. “We may be from other universes but you can feel the spark can’t you?” The candles around you bursted with light as they ignited. His breath loomed closer acomaning his lips. His scent engulfed your nose pulling you in and finally his lips were on yours. A groan bellowed from his throat clashing with the moan that escaped from you as your hands ran through his dark hair. Your hands latched onto his robes as you got up,l lip’s still locked he pushed your back to the piano brushing of the papers as he lifted you onto it, removing your clothes leaving only you lingerie for him to admire.

“So do you fuck any girl you come across.” You pulled away questioning him through your breaths.

“Never, just you. It's only you.” He bit his lip as he went in for another kiss, this time travelling down down to you breast and almost ripped through your bra. He livked one whilst his hand tightly but gently grasped the other switching sides making sure nothing was neglected. He spent his time working on your breasts until he felt your hand on the back of his head edging him to go further and he followed with his lips trailing down to your soaked folds.

Your body quivered as you felt his breath loom closer to your sex, his tongue entered first pushing its way into you in and out whilst his hands worked on your clit.

“Oh fuck stephen, i- yo-“ his skill left you speachless, your thighs twitched as the feeling you desired most loomed closer building in the pit of your stomach. He groaned and vibrated through you at they joy of feeling you grip his hair tighter. His purrs set you off, the know tightening, the fireworks bursting. This is what all those dates were missing, the feeling of joy and passion, the feeling this stephen was giving you.

“Look at you, drunk on lust and I haven’t even fucked you yet, luckily you’ll be here for eternity. I will be able to fuck you in every way possible.” He knelt up and you pulled his lips to your still being able to taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands slid down his robes feeling his hardened cock beneath them, it was- he was big. You looked up at him and he looked down on you “what's wrong won’t be able to fit it in” he hissed sharply.

“I have wanted this for a while, as if a little pain would set us back,” you sharply replied, arching your hips against his own and proudly grinned when he released a soft groan, his composure dipping momentarily to make way for the man you knew was touch-starved beneath.

Strange roughly grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against him, his other hand curling two fingers beneath your chin and forcing you to meet his eye. “Do not be smart with me,” he sneered, watching your eyes flash with arousal at the dominant tone in his voice, “i wish for this to be enjoyable for the both of us.”

“So enough talking,” you replied quickly, spreading your legs wide to entice him, “fuck me.”

His expression darkened and the grip he had on your thigh only strengthened as he pulled it up to wrap around his waist, his eyes boring into yours as he withdrew his cock from the confines of his robes and nudged the tip against your dripping entrance. “So wet for me,” Strange smirked, watching as your eyebrow twitched and you mouth fell open as he inched in bit by bit and he took pleasure in pulling out only to thrust back in harshly, smirking at the yelp of pain and pleasure that it released from your throat.

It felt bigger now that he was inside you. The hard mass weighted between your walls slowly driving you mad as Strange continued to study your expressions, taking pleasure in your frustration of him not moving. He stood there relishing in the feeling of growing harder by the minute filling you even more, he leant forward nipping at your ear as his hot breath fanned across your neck.

“I won’t let you suffer anymore kitten, I’ll start slow, just this once.” He pulled back and slowly pushed his inches in before retracting and repeating again. His hands gripped your thighs tightly causing them to redden it was taking his whole strength not to let loose and you could feel it. You hand glided to his cheek, your thumb stroking the hairs of his goatee.

“Do it, I want it, I need it. I want you” his eyes widened at your confidence and you tighten your legs around his waist. His pace quickened, as he kept one arm around your waist but moved one onto the piano for grip. He pushed into you all the way to the hem, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the empty halls of the sanctum.

“You’re dirtier than I imagined, you can take more than you let on my sweet.” His voice rattled your brain. You laughed between your breaths

“Try me.” Your new confidence brought a crooked smile to his face. He pulled out and spun you around pushing himself onto your back causing you to lean over the piano, he entered from behind griping your hips and pounded into you. He curves perfectly into hitting the sweet spot you desire most.

“Fuck, you’re gonna cum again aren’t you, dam baby my cock is so goodd isn’t it?” He grabbed your hair and pulled your ear close to his voice “tell me how good it is.”

“It's so good, baby. I nee- I want your cock so bad sir.”

“Mm you like it when im the boss huh? You like it when sir makes you cum?” He pushed in deeper hitting that spot harder and harder taking one hand to leave a burning pain on your ass which you loved.

“Fuck sir hit me again, I’m gonna. I’m gonna-“ the knot tightened as you came around his cock. You tightened around him causing him to groan as his pace quickened even more, his hand moved from your ass to your clit rubbing it causing a sensation to ripple through your nerves.

“Fuck you feel so good, gonna make me cum all over you.” He pushed you down pulling his cock from you, just in time before his white ropes spilled across your back. He beant over you for a moment panting behind you as he moved your hair from you back allowing him to wipe it clean with his purple magic.

“That got out of hand quickly.” You laughed through your breaths as Stephen handed you your clothes.

“Yeah well that tends to happen around here.” He put the book down he had previously guarded and began flicking through the pages. You looked around noticing how damaged this world truly was, watching cars and buildings being sucked into the vortex

“What happened here?” You asked, Stephen didn’t look at you as he continued flicking through pages

“Someone caused an incursion, and this world began collapsing in on itself. I- I couldn’t stop it. And now its just me.” His hand smoothed out a paper in the book.

“What are you reading?” You ask, peering from over his shoulder.

“You shouldn’t be here, I need to find a way to send you back. Its not safe here its- I’m dangerous.” He turned to you and his soul was lost, he was lonely.

“What if i don't want to leave?” You grabbed his hand “It's not exactly like we don’t get along, and I’m not really leaving anything behind.”

“You can’t stay here y/n, what about your mum?” You forgot he knew you but he must have forgotten your mum was all you had and whatever relationship you had was long gone

“You mean the mum who tried to sell me for a six pack when i was twelve?”

“Right- what about your friend what was she called uh. Ellie?”

“Elouise” you correct “well she’s getting marand has made it her life mission to set me up with someone. I was actually on my way back from a date.” You explain

“Are you sure you want to stay? Its not exactly like there’s anything to do here.”

“Well” you traced your hand up his chest “there is you.” He raised his brow and nodded

"Indeed but we cannot spend most of our time attached in the throes of pleasure, y/n," he replied with a soft smile, one that looked almost alien on the face of the variant that had seen too much.

"No," you replied, your fingers delicately tracing his robes, "why would I go home and see the Stephen I knew with someone else when I can stay here with the Stephen that feels the same about me?"

“Well then my dear, i truly hope you don’t mind getting right to it, I’ve been here alone far to long and that window has far better uses than a brooding corner.” He pulled you towards it.

“Like what?”

“Y/n my dear, i want to fuck you against it.”

And that was the day you knew a college crush turned out to be more than just a desire, even your darkest desires couldn’t come up with some of the things he was going to do to you. But you were always one for being open minded.

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A/N: My god it feels good to write smut again, had to take a break from the series but the next chapter should be out by the end of the weekend but i wont make any promises XD. if you liked it a reblog would be great, and if you didn't let me know how i can improve. Thanks for reading :)

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