Can you do some Stefan smut? Sub Male reader pls. Maybe something about grinding.
Stefan and you share a moment during a Founder's Day event, and Stefan can't stop thinking about it.
Warnings: Swearing, smut, unprotected sex, grinding, thigh-riding
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“Why does this exist anyways?” you asked, looking at the packed Lockwood Mansion. “Didn’t we already establish that people lived here before the founding families?”
“It’s about tradition,” Stefan said.
“Tradition is not worth enduring a night of torture.”
“It may be torture, but we have to go.”
“No, Mr. Salvatore. You have to go. I’m not a founding family, so I can go home,” you said to him, chuckling.
Stefan grabbed your arm and dragged you into the mansion. “If I have to go, you do.”
“Hate me all you want, you still have to come with me.”
“Excuse me, everyone,” Mrs. Lockwood said, hitting her glass with a fork. “Please make your way to the garden for the Founder’s Day presentation.”
“Get in the spirit of it,” Stefan said, chuckling.
“The spirit of what? History?” you asked, grabbing a glass of champagne.
You and Stefan pushed through the crowd towards the round tables facing a small stage. Everyone filed in quickly, finding seats as if they were assigned. Soon, every table was filled.
“Sit down, Y/N,” Stefan said.
“There are no more seats,” you replied, gesturing the six chairs filled with your friends.
“There aren’t any more chairs. Let me sit on your lap.”
“No way,” Stefan said. “Just kneel on the ground.”
“I’m wearing a tux. I will not sit on the dirt in it. Just let me sit on your lap.” Stefan didn’t budge. “Please. I don’t want to be the only one standing.” You heard Mrs. Lockwood get up on the stage.
“Thank you so much. You’re the best,” you said, sitting on his lap.”
“Did I miss the wedding?” Damon asked, chuckling.
“Shut up, Damon.” You leaned over to lightly hit him on the arm, but you heard Stefan make a noise. “You okay?” you asked him. Stefan’s face reddened.
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After a long night of speeches and history, Founder’s Day was finally over. Stefan unlocked the door to the Boarding House, and you followed him inside.
“Well that was boring,” he announced. “Want a drink?” He grabbed two glasses from the cabinet.
“I need to get out of this tux first,” you replied. Stefan laughed, undoing his tie and the top button of his shirt. You turned and started walking up the stairs.
“Wait,” Stefan called out tentatively. You moved to face him.
“You look pretty good in that tux,” Stefan said, slyly smiling.
“Uh, thanks?” you responded, then turned back toward his room. Stefan speeded over and grabbed your arm.
“What?” you asked, confused. Stefan paused, took a swig of the bourbon, then gave a sultry smile. “What? Am I missing something?”
Stefan set down his glass. He reached for the buttons on the vest of your tux; the jacket was already undone. As Stefan slowly opened the vest, you thought about how you should be stopping him, but you didn’t. You realized it was because you didn’t want to stop Stefan, and then it occurred to you that maybe you shouldn’t stop him.
“I had fun today,” Stefan said softly as he stripped you of your jacket and vest, letting them fall to the floor. “It was boring as hell, but I got to spend the whole day with you.” Stefan was whispering now. You could feel his breath on your neck and ear. Stefan removed your bowtie and began to unbutton your dress shirt.
You didn’t know what to say or do so you just stood there and let Stefan undress the top half of your body.
“How much did you drink at the party?” you finally asked, trying to make sense of Stefan’s behavior.
“Not that much.” He placed his hands on your bare shoulders, then stroked slowly down your arms. Your mouth went dry.
“Why is this happening?” you asked, part of you not wanting to puzzle it out, just wanting to melt into the thrill of it and work out the logic later.
“Do you not want it?” Stefan asked, sounding as though he knew that you did, in fact, want it. And of course, you wanted it. You’d been crushing over Stefan for years, and now was your chance.
“I want it,” you admitted, “I’m just confused.”
Stefan shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve, you know, thought about it before, for a while now, and I guess these things can only be put off for so long.”
He picked up your hand and licked the inner wrist, then pressed his lips to it. You let out a soft whine, and Stefan gave a lusty smile.
“Why tonight?” you asked, too much of you still needing to understand what was happening before it went too far. “If you’ve thought about it before, what made you finally decide to, you know, actually do…it” you trailed off, not ready to say aloud what might be about to happen.
“When you sat on my lap,” Stefan replied with a grin. He walked to the couch, then hurried to shed his own clothes. You instinctively averted his gaze.
“You can look,” Stefan encouraged him. After a moment’s hesitation, you did. Stefan’s naked body was something he had seen before, but he had never looked at Stefan’s body the way he looked at it now. You’d never allowed yourself to appreciate it. You had never thought that was appropriate - but now, here Stefan was posing, displaying himself, and you allowed your eyes to examine every inch of him.
“You like it?” Stefan asked with a little smirk.
You didn’t say anything, just continued to stare. Stefan was muscular, but not too muscular. His cock was impressively large even though it was soft.
“Say it,” Stefan instructed. “Say you like it.”
“No, say it. Say, ‘I like it.’”
It was embarrassing, and you didn’t want to say it, but at the same time you wanted more than anything to say it. You realized that you had wanted this for a long time too, but you hadn’t let yourself see the truth. You had repressed what he thought was wrong.
But with every passing moment, it was seeming less wrong.
“Yeah,” Stefan replied, his deep desire evident, “you want me to fuck you?”
You blinked at him. You were shocked to find that it sounded incredibly appealing to you. “Yes,” you exhaled. “But I
“It’s okay,” Stefan told you. He vamp-speeded up the stairs and returned a second later with a bottle of lube. He sat down in the chair, then brought his hand to his cock and began to rub it. you stared, mouth open, unable to look away from the sight. “Now take off your pants.”
You hesitated. “Do we really want to do this here? Anyone could walk in. Your bedroom would be more private.”
“It adds to the thrill. Caroline could walk in at any moment to see you bent over the couch, showing yourself off to me. Elena could come in to see you with my cock stuffed down your throat. You’ll moan so loud that every vampire in Mystic Falls will be able to hear what a slut you are for my cock.”
Your dick twitched. You didn’t think Stefan could ever act like this. You immediately stripped off the rest of your clothes. You saw Stefan’s gaze fall to your crotch and felt shy. Your instincts told you to cover yourself up, but you didn’t; though you felt vulnerable, you wanted Stefan to see you.
“Now spin around for me,” Stefan told you after a few moments. You did, feeling increasingly docile.
“Nice,” he complimented. You felt a thrill and smiled.
Stefan grinned. “Now get over here and bend over my lap so I can prepare you.”
You walked over, paused, then bent your head and kissed Stefan’s lips. Stefan made an eager sound, grabbed your head, and kissed you back fiercely. You yielded to his every motion, letting Stefan control the kiss entirely. Stefan felt powerful as he explored your mouth thoroughly. Your tongue chased after his, caressing it with light pressure. You slid a hand onto the back of Stefan’s neck and stroked the skin.
Finally, Stefan pulled away. “Bend over my lap,” he said again. you did, your ass feeling profoundly exposed, your cock pressing to Stefan’s thigh. You felt Stefan caress along your back and over the curve of your ass. Stefan’s hand was warm.
Then you heard the bottle of lube being opened, followed by the wet sound of Stefan slicking his fingers. Stefan’s other hand held one cheek to the side, and You was very aware that his hole was displayed. You felt helpless, and it was frightening, but you liked it. Stefan’s lubed finger made contact, grazing lightly over your entrance, and you gasped.
Stefan’s finger began to trace along the puckered rim of your hole. The sensation sent a new kind of thrill throughout your body. Stefan circled the rim over and over until it seemed like it had been ages and ages, and you started to long for penetration. You bucked your hips eagerly.
Stefan chuckled. “Inside?”
You felt the tip of Stefan’s finger rest against your entrance. Slowly, Stefan worked it inside, knuckle by knuckle until it was all the way in. You breathed heavily and squirmed around it, enjoying the decadent sensation. Stefan withdrew his finger, and you missed it immediately, but soon it penetrated you again, and again, and again. After a time, Stefan added a second finger, and you moaned loudly.
“You okay?” Stefan asked.
Stefan slid his two fingers in and out, parting them slightly inside and stretching your hole. Then Stefan curled his fingers, and you felt so good that, for a moment, you thought you had forgotten how to breathe.
Stefan chuckled as he massaged the sensitive spot with his fingertips. You groaned, the sound low and long.
“Tell me how good it feels”
“Fuck, oh god,” you said again.
“No. Say it feels good, tell me how it feels.” He quickened the motion of his fingers, rubbing in speedy circles.
“So good, it feels so fucking good, Stefan. Don’t stop” you cried out.
“That’s it, good,” Stefan praised. He pushed his fingers fully inside you, then quickly whipped them out, causing you to let out a pornographic moan. “Ready for my cock?” he asked.
“Yes,” you answered with breathy enthusiasm as you stood up, your knees a little bit shaky. You saw that Stefan’s cock was hard and marvelous. You fell to your knees without thinking. You wrapped his hand around the base and tried to lower your mouth onto it as best you could.
“Oh fuck,” Stefan groaned, laying a hand on your hair. You stuffed as much of his cock into your mouth as you could and started bobbing your head. “Good, yeah, fuck yeah,” Stefan encouraged.
You let out a muffled moan at the approval. You strained to relax your gag reflex and pushed your head further down, managing to take more, but not all, of Stefan’s cock into your mouth. Stefan swore as you raised and lowered your head for many long moments. When you finally felt the need for breath, you took his mouth off and admired Stefan’s cock, slick with your spit. You looked up at Stefan.
“Such a good boy for me,” he said, running his thumb down your cheek and lips. You took it into your mouth and sucked. “Fuckkk.”
You returned to his cock, running your tongue up and down the shaft and over the head. You enjoyed the feeling of his veins against your tongue. You also enjoyed the feeling of giving Stefan pleasure, but ultimately your longing to be fucked made you stop.
“Good, now sit on my lap,” Stefan instructed. “Sit on my lap like you did at the party today.”
You turned around, facing Stefan, then sat down on his lap. Stefan grunted and grabbed your hips, then wiggled your pelvis side to side until his cock slipped between the cheeks of your ass. The shaft rubbed along your crack and against your hole. You began to rock your hips. Stefan thrust against the outside for too long, and you started to feel mad with need.
“Put it in, fuck me, please Stefan, I need it,” you cried out.
“I thought about you sitting on my lap all night,” Stefan moaned, “I thought about you sitting on my lap, what your ass felt like against my crotch. I thought about it that whole time we were at the party. Fuck, Y/N, it was all I could think about.”
“Fuck me,” you whimpered.
“Please,” you begged without hesitation.
“Good,” Stefan said approvingly, then reached between your bodies to line the head of his cock up with your hole. You raised your hips slightly to give Stefan better access. Stefan rested the slippery tip against your entrance for a long, still moment, then pushed it just past the threshold.
“Oh, god,” you breathed. “Yes, yes, more,” you chanted, hoping that Stefan would push in more. You needed more than just the tip, you craved it, you wanted Stefan to fill you up. But Stefan didn’t move.
“Sit on it,” he commanded.
You rested your hands on the back of the couch and began to lower yourself onto the remainder of Stefan's length. You controlled the speed of entry this way, and as you took Stefan’s cock into yourself and felt how wide it was, you were glad for the control. You both breathed heavily as you sat gradually onto Stefan’s cock. Stefan rested a hand on your hip, and it felt soothing.
“Oh fuck,” you groaned when it was finally all the way in. You felt the muscles inside your ass clench around Stefan’s hardness, and Stefan grunted and squeezed your hip.
“Good?” Stefan asked softly into his ear.
“So fucking good,” you answered, relishing the sensation of being fully penetrated and exquisitely stretched. Stefan brought his other hand to your free hip and gripped them both.
“Now ride me like this,” he nearly growled and began to lift your hips slightly, pulling you off of his erection. You disliked the feeling of its absence and hurried to slam down on it again. “Yeah, yeah, good,” Stefan praised. “Up and down, so good, like this, like this.” He guided your pelvis upward again, and you let yourself be moved. Stefan pushed you back down onto his hardness, then pulled you up once again. He proceeded to move your body up and down, up and down, bouncing you on and off of his cock as you panted.
“Go on, ride me,” Stefan instructed. “Fuck yourself with my cock.” He let go of your hips. You took over control, feeling remarkably eager to please Stefan. You drove yourself on and off, sitting fully onto it with each downward movement. You urgently shifted your position until you could feel the head of Stefan’s cock against your prostate.
“Fuck,” you yelled when you found just the right angle, and each entry after that, Stefan’s cock rubbed against your most sensitive spot. The sensations were making your cock so hard it ached to be touched.
“Good, so good,” Stefan moaned, grabbing onto your thighs. “You feel so fucking good,” he spoke directly into your ear, his tone definite. “You’re doing such a good job fucking yourself on my cock.”
The compliment made you close his eyes and moan loudly. You savored Stefan’s words. You opened your eyes again, moving your arms from the back of the couch to Stefan’s shoulders. Stefan pulled you down and united your lips for a soft moment. Then he gripped your hips firmly, digging in his nails a little, and began to thrust up into you. You cried out with pleasure, happy to let Stefan take back control, happy to submit to him.
“Feel good?” Stefan asked, tone thick with arousal and breath short.
You moaned. It felt so good that you couldn’t find the words. Stefan’s cock pounding up into you was a thrilling, beautiful sensation.
“Stefan,” you spoke finally. “Good, it’s so good. Will you jerk me? I need it, fuck.”
“Fuck yeah,” Stefan replied with satisfaction, then wrapped his fingers around your cock. You felt like your cock had spent ages longing desperately for Stefan’s touch. At the moment of contact, you exhaled heavily with relief, and your pelvis jerked involuntarily. The sharp movement caused your hole to slam back against Stefan’s pelvis, meeting his current thrust and driving his cock even deeper inside. Stefan groaned and fucked you harder, slamming up into you, pounding your hole with wildness. His hand pumped your cock, fast and firm, and in no time at all, you were ready to release. Stefan ran his thumb over the tip and let out a low moan; you knew he had felt the leaking pre-cum.
“You want to cum?” Stefan asked.
“Yes,” you yelled. A part of you didn’t want it to be over because you didn’t know if this was a one-time thing, but a much bigger part of you - a part of you that refused to be denied - needed to climax and, perhaps even more desperately, needed to make Stefan cum. You needed to make Stefan cum from the pleasure of being with you, of being inside you.
“You go first,” Stefan directed, then squeezed your cock a little and jerked you even faster. You felt your heart pounding and noticed you were making a soft, eager whine. You felt your head spinning as the pleasure began to overwhelm you, and, as your cock throbbed, you felt the muscles inside your ass tensing and releasing hungrily around Stefan’s cock. You shuddered and, without thinking about it, called out Stefan’s name as you shot cum on Stefan’s chest and stomach. You could barely process how good your orgasm had been, and you ached to make Stefan feel the same way.
“Cum in me. Cum in me. Fill me up, Stef. Please. I need it so bad,” you chanted. Stefan gave a low grunt as he moved both hands back to your hips. Stefan held your pelvis immobile and gave a final thrust. You cried out when you felt Stefan’s shaft pulse inside you as he released.
It wasn’t awkward afterward like you feared it would be. Neither of you said anything. Stefan pulled out of you, and you fell onto his chest, relishing the sound of Stefan’s heavy breathing and the feeling of his chest rising and falling.
“Thank you, Y/N,” he finally said, kissing you.
You heard the familiar sound of vampire speed, and Damon appeared. You shrieked and grabbed a blanket to cover you and Stefan.
“Damon!” you yelled, glaring at him.
“Jesus. The living room? Really? It’s a shared space!” he said, holding his hand over his eyes.
“I’m sorry, where did you kill Vicki Donovan after you had that weird vampire sex thing?” Stefan asked.
“I did not sleep with her. I just turned her.”
“Point still stands,” Stefan said, grabbing his pants and boxers.
“No more sex in the living room!” Damon commanded, walking into the kitchen.
“Sex in the bedroom?” you asked, once he was gone.
“Lead the way,” Stefan said.
