i need a case.

“did he ever fuck you like this?”- stephen asks in between thrusts, you can tell he’s really mad by the way he’s moving and just destroying you. “did that cheating son of a bitch ever pound into you like this?” - he continues to ask.

“fuck, st-stephen, fuck no, baby, no one does it like you, fuck.”- you mutter as he keeps going in and out like his life depends on this very moment.

see, stephen and you cultivated a great friendship since you two met at some shield quarters a while back, it was just a friendship, it has always been that. but he seemed to change when you started dating steve rogers, stephen started becoming distant and wasn’t as present as he used to be in your life, that was well, until you showed up at his doorstep crying because steve cheated on you with none other than sharon carter.

“yeah i bet that frozen mother fucker couldn’t even get you to come did he?”- he whispers in your ear. since when was stephen so crude, so shameless? it was like you had activated wild mode on him or something.

he kept thrusting deliciously into you, mercilessly, hitting that deep sweet spot every damn time, he caressed your hips with his hands, taking you from behind, making sure to kiss every inch of your back, while praising you like you had just done the most wonderful thing in the world.

until your phone rang.

“who’s calling?”- you manage to ask as stephen slows his thrusts, fearing it might be a mission call or something along those lines. “oh, sweetheart, look who’s calling.”- he whispers tenderly while showing you the picture on the caller id, which obviously shows steve.

“fuck, don’t answer.”- you mutter as you move your hips closer to his, trying to cause friction.- “oh no baby, i’m gonna fucking answer, let him hear how good a real man fucks you.”- stephen declares as he taps the green button on your phone.

and shit, you are already wet as you can be, probably staining the sheets, making love with the sorcerer is definitely an outer world experience. he continues thrusting into you with such force and delicious eight-shaped movements that are hitting that sweet spot all the time.

“hey, is-is this you?”- steve asks with innocence laced in his voice.

“hey, this is stephen strange you’re talking to, is this important?, we’re kind of, you see, busy.”- he says with a shit-eating grin while the bed creaked in the background, sounds of your skin and his melting together sounding like a dirty but sweet melody.

“shit, please, just let me talk to her, man, i want to say sorry.”

“yeah, she’s too busy to speak right now, she’s moaning my fucking name like an angel, listen-“ he says as he brings the phone closer to your lips, absolutely wrecking you, while you release the sweetest moans someone could’ve ever heard.