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Put Him First

summary: Stefan shows his appreciation to reader when she fights for him.

pairing: fem!human!reader x stefan salvatore

warnings: 18+/nsfw, angst (platonic), fluff, unprotected sex, oral (fem. receiving)

an: this is my first fic for TVD ever so please be nice my friends. everyone thank @laurensprentiss for this and also @ssahotchie for betaing even tho she’s a hotch whore. it’s an au of sorts where Elena didn’t get put to sleep but they’re still at odds with Lily and the heretics.

word count: 2.1k

The scene in front of you wasn’t a surprise, in fact you’d be more surprised if you and Stefan could have one night of peace. He and Elena, his ex, are arguing. Again. It truthfully doesn’t bother you that Stefan’s so close to her. You know that the two of you are creating your own fate, that your love is real and not some universal dichotomy made up by an ancient spell. What does bother you is how she and Damon push him.

The two of you had just gotten in from dinner, running into Elena who was on her way out. She questions him, and wonders why he hasn’t been answering his phone. All you can do is stand there observing the two of them with crossed arms. Stefan’s agitated, you can tell by the way his shoulder tense under his blue button down, his jaw strained.

“Stefan, he’s your brother.”

“I know he is Elena, but I made a promise to (Y/N) tonight, one that I’ve broken for you and him too many times.”

“Are you really going to turn your back on him?”

“If Damon wants to go into a suicide mission with our mother that’s his choice. I’m done co-signing his bullshit.” Stefan gives her an apologetic look, and walks away, brushing right past you.

“Stefan-“ She starts to follow after him but you take a side step, blocking her path.

“No, Elena, let him go.” You raise your hand, your eyes burning into hers.

Realistically, you know that at least part of you should be afraid of her. She would never do anything to hurt you but she always could. But when you look at her, all you can think about is Stefan and how he deserves more than this.

She pushes her hair out of her face with an eye roll. “Are you really going to let him abandon his brother? Damon needs backup.”

“He’s making a choice for himself. It’s his choice. Not mine.”

“So you don’t agree with him?”

“Actually, I do. What Damon’s doing is stupid and reckless, not that that’s a surprise. We just got peace with your mother and her psycho heretics and he wants to disrupt it?”

“How long is that peace going to last? We just pretend everything’s fine until one of them gets bored and kills one of us? You know they’ll do it, we all do. And you should be the most afraid, you’re human.” Her tone is condescending, one you don’t appreciate but you keep your cool, not wanting this to blow up.

“I don’t know how long it’ll last but we sure as hell don’t need to be the ones to break it.”

“He’s just not acting like himself. The Stefan I knew-“

“The Stefan you knew was in love with you. He would’ve done anything for you. But he’s not anymore, Elena, and you can’t expect him to come at your beck and call.”

“Is that what you think of me? That I expect him to drop everything and come running?”

“Isn’t that what you’re asking him to do?”

She stares at you for a moment, eyebrows furrowed, mouth open as she thinks about your question. You can almost see the understanding materialize in her eyes.

“Now that we’re on the same page, I hope Damon changes his mind. Or at least that the two of you will be safe. I’m gonna go check on him.” You start to walk away when she calls your name softly.

You internally curse, turning around with a bright look on your face. “Yeah?”

“He’s lucky to have someone that fights for him.”

“Somebody in this town has to put him first.” You don’t mean it to be a snide remark but it kind of comes out that way.

When you make it upstairs you lean against the doorframe, watching him pour himself a glass of bourbon. He’s changed out of his button down and jeans, looking irresistible in a white tank top and grey sweatpants.

“Staring is creepy.” He teases in his deep, rich voice.

“Not when you’re mine.” You walk over to him, perching yourself on his desk.

He takes a sip of the amber liquid, eyes not leaving yours. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip as you remove the glass from his hand, draining it of its contents. The burn is welcomed, and you can’t decide if it’s his gaze or the alcohol that makes you feel this hot.

“What?”

He comes to stand between your legs, wrapping his hands around your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the desk. “Somebody’s protective.”

You try to keep your composure and show he isn’t affecting you but you know that it’s pointless. He can hear how your heart rate increases, notices the catch of your breath and the heat in your skin. You try anyway.

“I know you have your ex-lover best friend thing going on, and I’m pretty okay with it but I draw the line at her guilting you.”

He presses his lips together, thinking, before opening them again but you speak before he can.

“I know she didn’t see it that way and the last thing she wants to do is manipulate you but she has to realize that you have a life outside of them.”

“And I’m very grateful for that life. Can I show you?”

“Does it involve us and your gorgeous bed?”

He pretends to think about it for a moment. “It does.”

“Then by all means, I’d love for you to show me.”

The perk about your boyfriend being able to move at the speed of light is that you’re on the bed and both naked in just a couple minutes.

He holds your thighs wide open, the coldness of his ring pressing against your warmed skin. His hold is firm enough to let you not to move, and you surrender to him knowing that he can always make you feel good. The first swipe of his tongue is soft and delicate, almost teasing and you bite your lip holding in the groan.

“I can hear you holding it in. Let me hear you. Please.” He licks a firm line up your slit and you can’t help it, moaning loudly. “That’s it.”

His tongue is precise on your clit, and you look down at him to see his eyes screwed shut, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Your constant moans spur him on, and though he’s holding you in place, you start to move your hips ever so slightly, grinding against him at the pace of his tongue. He knows what that means, and you see him smile against you, eyes still shut as he sucks harder.

“Yes, please, just like that.”

“Like that, or like this?” One of his hands leaves your thigh and he presses a finger into you.

“Like that, like that.” You mewl, rolling your hips harder now that he’s let you go.

He doesn’t stop, his mouth suctioned over your clit, his finger pumping into you relentlessly and you feel your orgasm coming, building steadily within you. When he adds another finger, it’s game over and you fall, spiraling into an orgasm so intense that your vision blurs. He withdraws his fingers and looks up at you, watching as you steady your breathing and shiver from the aftershocks.

You huff and glance down at him between your legs, “Fuck, baby. Mmm, what’s gotten into you tonight?”

“You just,” He leans in to gently lap at you, cleaning you up your juices, “defended my honor. Against my vampire ex-girlfriend no less.”

He kisses up your body, and when he’s nestled perfectly between your legs, his lips hover over yours. “You put me first when I don’t know how to. You’ve been there in ways for me that I haven’t had in a long time.”

“Because I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kisses you and sheaths himself inside of you at the same time, causing you to moan into his mouth.

The words cease as the two of you get caught up in each other. The kisses are deep and heated, tasting of each other and bourbon. Your hands are all over him, smoothing over his chest and back. You can’t get enough of him. He kisses your jaw and then down your throat, careful not to knick you though you can’t say you haven’t thought about what it would be like to go there.

It’s almost like he hears your thoughts, like he can feel you thinking about something so dark and wants to distract you, and himself, because what happens next happens so quickly.

One moment you’re on your back, the next you’re perched in his lap and it makes you laugh, breathless. The laugh transitions into a whimper when he thrusts up into you, resting his forehead against yours.

“Oh, god, yeah.” You breathe.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

His lips brush across yours before pulling up into a smirk. He nods with you, his eyes roaming your face wanting to take in the sight of you like this, face twisted in bliss. “You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”

He’s so deep and he’s hitting that spot inside you just right; you know you won’t last much longer. All you can do is stare back at him, mouth ajar as the words continue to pour out of him, sweet and sinful.

“You’re caring and strong. Considerate. Everything I’ve ever needed.”

“If you keep talking like that I’m gonna,”

“Cum? If I keep telling you how perfect you are, how good you feel. How much I love you, you’ll cum for me? Good, do it.”

“Stefan,” You gasp, tightening your hold on him so your fingers dig into the flesh of his shoulder and knot in his hair.

“Do you know how hot you sounded when you were defending me?”

You groan again, shaking your head as your hips work against his desperately.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You do, Stefan, you deserve to be happy. With me specifically though.”

“I wouldn’t want it with anybody else.” He murmurs before kissing you, and leans you back into the bed, gliding in and out of you effortlessly.

“Oh, fuck, please, I love you.”

“You too, honey, I love you too.” His hand comes up to caress your face, and when his thumb trails your lips you take it into your mouth and suck hard.

He groans, deep and visceral in his chest at the sight of you with his finger in your mouth. His grip on the end of the bed is tight, so tight you’re sure he’ll break it and that, the thought of him being so turned on by you that he breaks his own bed is what sends you into your second orgasm.

It’s pure white bliss flowing through your entire body as you tighten around him. Your undoing pushes him over the edge, his hand flying out of your mouth and joining his other, grabbing the bed so tightly that you hear the wood splinter. He bends down to kiss you, sloppy and messy, his tongue vibrating against yours as he moans again.

When you both come down, he breaks the kiss, falls into bed next to you, his chest heaving. “That was…”

“Mind blowing? Supernatural? Mmm, I’ve got it. Magical?” You raise your eyebrows at him.

He gives you a look of admonishment but leans in to plant a chaste kiss on your lips, pulling you into his arms.

“How about we take a shower and then we can call Damon, see if he’s come to his senses or needs a distraction?”

“Damon always needs a distraction. You’re sure you want to do that? He probably wants to rip your head off for how you spoke to Elena.”

“I’m not scared of him, Stefan. He’s ruled by his emotions like anyone else, and he’s doing this song and dance with your mother because he’s hurt. Not because he’s vindictive.”

An expression of faux shock paints his face. “Is that…my girlfriend speaking positively about my brother?”

“Don’t get used to it. Come on, let’s go before he kills someone.”

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