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180. Stefan Salvatore | Tease with the Beer Stained Knees

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do you write stefan salvatore smuts? if so, can you please write a smut where the reader and stefan are at a party with friends and her dress drives him crazy and she starts to tease him which leads to sex?

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Summary: based on the request

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, vagina sex, penetrative sex, teasing, mention of fucking in front of other people, alcohol consumption, teasing, blood drinking

Word Count: 1078

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Stefan could not help but allow his eyes to linger on the exposed skin of your thighs, they were practically begging for the attention, although seemingly you weren't. You were stood with your friends, red solo cup in hand as you laughed at something Elena had said, spilling a little of the liquor that ran down your body and onto your legs, only making Stefan grow more desperate. He usually tried to be more collected with his lust when other people were around, but the control was no longer in his hands, your arm was as he dragged you away as hunger caused him to salivate, the dress was pretty though it had to go for the greater good, no matter how selfish the purpose on his part was.

You followed along with him, careful not to trip in your heels as you narrowed down the route that you were taking in the boarding house, stepping up the stairs and to the most sensual room, the one that belonged to your vampiric boyfriend. He closed the door stiffly behind your form as the moonlight seeped through the window, illuminating the structure of his face, his jaw was tense as he trailed his pupils down, lurching against you to cup your face, pursuing his lips upon your own, engulfing any questions that you had intended to ask. "I see you took the hint Salvatore." You remarked as your arms encased his neck in their amorous loop, his head had been nestled against your neck, laying marks upon the vulnerable flesh, but from that statement his eyes grew darker, enraged by betrayal.

So all along you had known what you had been doing, his chin lifted so that he engaged with eye contact with you. "Take it off." If you weren't already on vervain you would be sampled by compulsion to do what he said, but as said you weren't, and so with pushing him back, you grasped the straps, tugging them down your arms as you shuffled the rest of the midnight material down your body until it bunched around your ankles. You were a vixen, a sly fox as you stood there bare before him, your nipples pebbled and straining for his attention. Now he could see that you had been his prey all along rather than the reverse of that method, and he was okay with that, so long as passion ensued.

He claimed your mouth again, turned on by your devious little tricks to aggravate and arouse him, as he tugged your nude body to be resting upon his comfortable bed; it truly was a myth that vampires did not sleep, in fact Stefan liked to make the most of it, he enjoyed imagining that he was mortal once more, and no longer had to drain the blood of the living to survive, he wanted a mundane life with you as boring as others may have found it. And though he was not, he felt like a teenage boy to have a woman laying in his bed, he felt giddy as your hands crawled up his back, tugging at his shirt and ascending the fabric over his head. Your hand traced against his smooth skin as your legs wrapped around him, your head digging into the plush pillow below.

Stefan could hear the music from where he was, whilst the party continued to play out downstairs, the two of you shared your own celebration, one of love and historical infidelity. "You're still wearing too much." Your voice ushered up to his ear, causing his cock to stiffen further within the confines of his black jeans, and thus sitting back on his knees with the aid of your desperate fingers, they were dragged down his legs, soon joined by his underwear as he rolled atop of you once more, sweetly adversing his mouth atop of yours, as he angled his tip to trace down your prepared folds that were starving to be filled with his length. And ever the gentleman Stefan Salvatore was, he complied, breaching a strangled moan out from your swelling lips.

You took him so well, he could still feel the patch of damp on your leg where your drink had traced until it cried on the floor, it only fuelled him to make a rugged pace, grunting as you gasped in his face, his hair being tangled between your fingers as you tugged on the locks. "If you kept going any longer down there I'd have had you in front of everyone." The thought of what he said caused a flush of heat to run beneath your skin, the image in your mind somehow causing your cunt to get wetter even more. If he had dared done so, it would have been a party that nobody would have forgotten, and you'd surely never shake off the annotation that would appall your reputation like a rich blood stain.

"Wouldn't that have given you performance issues?" You tutted, only to earn yourself with smushed cheeks as he held your mouth closed with an intimate force, his face sinking into your neck once more, his hips clapping against your own faster as his teeth lightly pierced shallowly into your flesh, drinking a small amount of your intoxicating venom. It was clear from your wide eyes and puffed cheeks that you regretted your words, and so Stefan decided that he would allow you to cum, so slithering a hand down, he pinched and fiddled your clit as you pathetically whined, your lashes fluttering as Stefan pressed kissed to your cheeks and nose.

He wanted you to finish first, that was always his aim, he held his own need to release off until your hips keened upwards, stuttering with his thrusts as your walls locked around him until he emptied himself deep within you, huffing for a moment until he flopped beside you, dragging you into his side by his arm. "There's still a party going on downstairs." You pinched your brow, worried that someone may have heard you. Stefan clasped your hand away, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips before speaking. "Don't worry, at least we know we had more fun up here than anyone down there is having." Elena had a craft for throwing parties but nothing was quite as affirmative nor memorable as laying beside your lover at somewhere he thought of as home, listening to his breaths and laying against his glowing chest.