a lesson in romantics; the extra-curricular
summary: a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love 🥀
a/n: so here’s the alternative ending! but it’s not really an alternative ending more of just a… continuation of the last chapter with a little somethin somethin extra 🤤 this has no impact on the story so it can be read as a standalone also so i won’t be tagging the taglist as it might not be something everyone wants to read
characters: steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 3.3k
warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, oral (f receiving), protected p in v, lots of pet names 🥺
SERIES MASTERLIST
THE DINER PARKING LOT, HAWKINS, MAY 1993
“…What do you say, Mr. H?”
“I think you’ve got yourself a deal, honey.” Steve swooned as he gripped your waist tightly, his warm brown orbs boring deeply into yours.
You caught him off guard when you fisted the pressed white collar of his shirt, pulling you back down to him for another searing kiss. Steve’s eyes went wide before he melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you almost flush with his chest.
This kiss was different than the first. It was messier, wetter, hotter. Steve licked at your bottom lip which you gladly accepted, your tongues swirling together as your fingers travelled up into his hair, nails raking over his tresses.
Despite the cool air, you both felt your bodies getting warmer, all the tension between you two, the will they won’t they, all the flirty exchanges finally unravelled into your kiss. When you finally pulled away from each other you still held one another close, Steve resting his forehead against your own.
“Here,” he said quietly, nodding towards the car. He opened the passenger door for you, only making his way to the drivers side once you were in safely. You were all over each other soon after, you were sure you’d have been in Steve’s lap if not for the restrictiveness of your dress.
Steve moved his lips to your neck, pressing featherlight kisses on the skin there. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of his lips on you, doing your utmost best to keep any whimpers or whines from spilling out. When the breath you had seemed to be holding trembled from your lips, Steve pulled away. Eyes scanning for any concerns.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice a decibel above a whisper. His hands were still on your waist, fingertips digging into the flesh that was covered by the red material of your dress. When you nodded he asked again, “Are you sure?”
The butterflies erupted in your stomach once again, Steve’s incessant need to know that you were okay, that this is what you wanted was inherently sexy. It only furthered your want for him more.
“I’m sure,” you squeaked out, licking your lips as you nodded, “your place or mine?” you asked him, encouragingly.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, trying to ignore how fast his heart was beating, “my place is closer.” Steve stammered out as he scrambled to get his keys in the ignition.
You could only smirk at how flustered Steve was becoming. You watched carefully as he drove you both to his home, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, doing his best to ignore the ache beneath his pants. Once you arrived he opened the passenger door for you like he always did, extending his hand to help you from the car.
He clicked the front door closed behind you, “Here, let me.” he said, gesturing for you to take a perch on the stairs.
Steve knelt down to unstrap your heels one at a time. You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched him set them aside before he came back to you, caressing your legs so softly, bringing his lips to your ankle before travelling up your calf.
He pushed the hem of your dress the higher he went, his lips following in tandem. A pretty little whimper escaped your lips the closer he got, your fingers reaching out for his tie to bring his lips back to yours.
“C’mere,” he whispered against your lips, moving his hands to your ass, urging you to jump. You wrapped your legs around his tailbone as he carried you upstairs, the hem of your dress hugged your hips as Steve took the opportunity to grab at the flesh of your ass.
You reached what you could only assume to be Steve’s bedroom as he sat you down on the edge of an old oak desk, his lips never leaving yours as he brushed all the pens and old lesson notes aside onto the floor. Steve didn’t care, anything thought that wasn’t you was long gone now.
His lips were on your neck again as you spoke between whines and whimpers, “Do you always bring girls home on the first date?” your lips curled into a smirk as you said it, Steve’s warm honey eyes snapping to yours.
“Only the ones who wear pretty red dresses like this.” He shot back, a smirk of his own tugging at his kiss bitten lips. It didn’t take long for Steve to move his hands to your back, his long fingers pulling on the zip of your dress. His hands caressed the skin of your back, swallowing the lump in his throat when he realised there wasn’t a clasp for him to snap open.
Steve pulled back slowly, his eyes asking that silent question once more. You nodded timidly, suddenly feeling shy as Steve slowly began to pull your dress down your arms and your body. Steve noticed the shift in your mood, the change in your body language. He picked up your hands one by one, placing a kiss on each of your knuckles, “Hey, it’s okay.” He whispered.
He peered up at you through his long lashes, his fingers coming to stroke at the soft skin of your cheek, his thumb brushing across it. “Let me take care of you, yeah? Wanna make my pretty girl feel good.”
Your heart swooned at the pet name, the ache between your legs growing with the hushed, gentle tone of his voice, the way he looked at you, really looked at every inch of you with so much adoration and desire, it really did a number on your brain. You lifted yourself enough so Steve could pull your dress down your legs.
Steve’s lips soon found yours again, moving from your neck to your collarbone. They travelled down your chest, lips leaving wet kisses in their wake. His lips encircled one of your nipples, licking and sucking as his hands caressed your breasts. You watched through hazy eyes as Steve knelt before you, his large hands curling underneath your thighs to spread and push them apart.
He indulged in your scent, eyes glued to the thin black lace that covered your heat. Steve’s fingertips squeezed at your doughy flesh, teeth grazing your inner thigh before his lips came to your clothed pussy. He pressed a kiss over the material as you exhaled a shaky breath. Steve curled his fingers around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs and throwing them somewhere you would worry about later.
His eyes were glued to you, jaw slack and mouth hanging agape at the sight of you. Your cunt glistened in the dim light of Steve’s bedroom, your fingers curling around the edge of the desk in anticipation.
“Oh, man,” Steve sighed, his eyes darkening by the second. His tongue darted out to lick at his lips, “look at you, baby. I bet she tastes so sweet.”
You scooted closer to Steve as subtly as you could, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He did though and it made him chuckle, “Easy baby,” he cooed, pressing a single kiss to your throbbing clit, “I got you.”
He started off soft and slow, tongue lapping at your folds, his mouth kissing all over your pussy. Your head rolled back in pleasure, your eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming feeling of Steve’s mouth on you. He licked at you ever so softly, tongue swirling around your swollen clit as it throbbed against him. You let your fingers thread through his hair, you couldn’t help yourself but feel his soft tresses between your fingertips as you moaned out, “Fuck, Steve, you’re so good at this.”
He smirked against you with a chuckle, sending vibrations through your core. Your compliment only spurred him on. Steve got more intense with it, licking and sucking harder, his tongue delving inside your sopping hole. You cried out in euphoria, your skin hot and clammy. You felt the knot in your stomach twist and tighten as Steve lapped at your clit, sucking at the bud.
One of his hands left your thigh, his long finger circling your hole teasingly. You mewled above him as he did so, his mouth only leaving you for a second to speak, “You taste so good, honey,” he cooed, his finger knuckle deep in your pussy now, “even better than I imagined.”
Steve smirked up at you before he went back to lapping at your clit, and you were stunned. Your mouth was open but you couldn’t speak, only managing to stammer out, “You, fuck–, you imagined?”
“How could I not?” Steve teased, adding a second finger to your cunt now, curling and scissoring you apart. He felt you clench around him and he groaned, feeling you get wetter with every stroke of his fingers, he knew you were close. “I know you’re close, sweetheart, you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”
You whimpered with a nod, gnawing on your lip to prevent yourself from making too much noise. You felt everything go hot, your toes curling as you tugged on the strands of Steve’s hair, making him groan into your cunt. You whined out in pleasure as your orgasm washed over you, racking every inch of your body.
Riding out your high as your chest heaved, your grip on Steve’s hair loosening as the lustful fog in your mind dithered away. Steve was still lapping at you, soft kitten licks to make sure he didn’t waste a drop of anything you had to offer him. Only when you winced at the sensitivity did he pull away from you.
He kissed at your plush thighs, up to your stomach, over your chest before brushing his lips against yours. You hummed at the taste of yourself on his lips as he kissed you, his tongue licking into you all pretty. He smiled against you when he felt you grip onto his tie once more, mumbling, “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“I suppose I am,” he hushed against your lips. Steve pulled away from you momentarily, hands loosening his tie as your fingers worked on unbuttoning his shirt. Tie undone and shirt unbuttoned, Steve unbuckled his belt before shoving his slacks down his legs, stepping out of the material.
Your gaze was locked on the patch of thick hair that covered his pecs, your eyes bulging out of their sockets almost. A chuckle rumbled from his throat when he noticed, his finger hooking under your chin bringing your gaze back to his, “Eyes are up here, darling.”
He kissed you so softly, so sweetly as your cheeks heated up as your ogling didn’t go unnoticed. You ran your fingers over his chest, nails scratching lightly at the coarse hair there. Your hands wandered further down his chest, over his stomach before finally reaching the waistband of his boxers.
Your fingers ghost over the bulge beneath the tight black material, your heart hammering inside your chest as you felt the length of him. “Fuck,” Steve groaned into your mouth, a breath you gladly swallowed.
When you finally dared to delve beneath Steve’s underwear, he was all about ready to lose it. He wasn’t ashamed to admit it had been a while since someone had touched him like this but fuck, was he honoured that it was you. Hands hurriedly shoving the black material down his legs ready to join the other garments that had been thrown aside.
You fully wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock now, Steve’s eyes fluttering closed as he buried his face in your shoulder. You stroked him slowly, a gentle flick of your wrist as Steve dug his fingers into the flesh of your hips.
“Shit,” he whined, “that feels so good.” He pulled away from you now, his eyes falling to where your hand was connected to his body. Your gaze followed his, swallowing a lump in your throat you didn’t know you had when you saw the size of him. Your fingers stopped in their tracks when your eyes fell on his cock for the first time. Long in size and thick in girth, veins protruding and a tip that was a pretty pink.
Steve sensed your hesitancy, his eyes softening once they fell on the nerves that decorated your features. “Hey,” he whispered, thumb stroking over the apple of your cheek soothingly, “we don’t have to—“
“No! God no,” you answered, almost a little too fast, “it’s just… you’re so—,”
“I know.” Steve chuckled lightheartedly, a faint smile tugging at his lips, “We’ll take it slow, I promise. Jus’ wanna make you feel good, honey.”
You nodded as Steven’s words went straight to your core, your thighs clenching as you watched him wrap a hand around his cock, giving it a few strokes before he reached for a foil packet hidden inside his drawer. He rolled the latex on before spitting in his own palm, lubing up his cock ready for you.
“Ready, baby?” he breathed, free hand cupping your cheek as the other guided his cock to your pussy, pressing the tip into your folds.
You didn’t say anything, but you simply grabbed the ends of his tie that was still tucked beneath the collar of his shirt and pulled him into you, crashing your lips to his. Steve took this as his cue to slip his cock into your entrance, your walls sucking him in with force.
You both moaned into each other’s mouths at the feeling, at the stretch Steve’s cock created. It was a sweet sting, something a little addictive as Steve managed to slide his length almost half-way inside of you. He gave you a minute to adjust, your lips still sliding messily over each other’s.
“Please, Steve,” you whined, doing your best to rut your hips up off the desk.
“Alright, baby,” he hushed you, petting at your hair as he continued to kiss you, “s’okay, I’ll give you what you want.” He began to move his hips, in and out, torturously slow. The wetness of your arousal covering his cock as he fucked you.
You cried out in pleasure at the feeling of Steve’s cock inside of you. You never thought this is where you’d end up when he drove you to that diner, when he bought you that milkshake, when he slow danced with you in the parking lot. But fuck, you were so grateful this is where the night led you.
“You’re doing so good, honey,” Steve cooed, his thrusts beginning to pick up the pace only slightly, “taking my cock so well.”
“You’re so big,” you mewled, throwing your head back as you squeezed your eyes shut, “fucking— holy shit.” Your eyes shot back open as Steve moved faster, deeper, the tip of his cock stroking against that spot that made you lose your mind.
“I know, sweetheart, I know,” Steve sympathised. He knew he was well endowed, similar comments uttered by past lovers when they got between the sheets but no one ever felt as right as you did, “but you’re taking this cock like a fuckin’ champ.”
His lips soon found your shoulder, pressing wet, messy kisses along the skin there before they followed up to your neck, teeth nipping, tongue darting out to soothe the skin. Your hands flew to his head, fingers tangling themselves in his hair.
Steve’s large hands squeezed at your tits, rolling your nipples between his finger and thumb before they moved over your soft skin, caressing at your waist and hips before settling on your thighs. “Can you lift your hips? Hold yourself up with your hands for me, angel.”
You did as he asked, shifting yourself to the edge of the desk, lifting yourself up as you curled your fingers around the wood. Steve gripped your ass, his fingers squeezing at the flesh as he began to pound into you, the wet slap of your pussy and the mixture of your moans and Steve’s grunts the only sounds that could be heard.
“Oh my God,” you whined, moans all high-pitched and hot, the change in pace had you feeling a type of way, had your insides twisting and your pussy fluttering around Steve’s cock.
Steve’s eyes were fixated on your body. Locked on how your tits would bounce with every thrust of his cock, how the thin sheen of sweat shone on your body in the dull moonlight peaking through the curtains, how your perfectly styled hair was gradually slipping out of the bun the longer the night went on. Steve was in love, painfully soon, but you were the most beautiful being he had ever laid eyes on.
“You feel so good, fuck,” he whined, his brows pinching together in concentration as he tried to keep his orgasm at bay, “don’t know how much longer I can last, shit, pussy’s so perfect.”
The filthy words dripping from Steve’s mouth, the way his fat cock was bullying itself in and out of your pussy, the sound of his skin slapping against yours was enough to push you over the edge. Lip nestled between your teeth as you reached a hand of yours round to brush your fingers against your clit, once, twice before you were crying out once more.
“Oh, please don’t stop,” you wailed like a woman possessed, “please, Steve. I want you to cum, I want your cum, please, oh please.”
Steve was lost for words, which didn’t happen very often he would admit, but hearing you cry out for his seed had him all but tensing up on the spot. He gripped you tighter, fucked you harder, faster until his cum was spilling inside you and he was crying out your name into the night.
The feeling was overwhelming for you both. Like the back and forth, the will they won’t they had finally come to an end. There was no going back from this, no going back from this night you spent together. Steve was yours as you were his.
You melted into each other’s body, sweaty skin against sweaty skin as you both came back down to earth. You were both breathing heavy as Steve’s forehead came to rest against yours, his nose knocking against yours, toothy grins spreading across both of your mouths.
Steve brushed his lips against yours once more that night, pecking at your pillowy lips once, twice more. He would never get tired of the way they felt against his own, soft and sweet and right. Neither of you needed to say anything, to utter a single word, you both felt it, clearly on the same page.
“I think we should get cleaned up,” Steve spoke quietly, brushing the hair from your face, “bath or shower, hon?”
“I could go for a shower,” you answered, wincing as Steve pulled himself from you, the emptiness settling in. He insisted you stay put whilst he got things started. He fished the softest towels from the linen closet as he got the shower running.
Once you were clean and dry, wrapped in a towel as you sat on the edge of Steve’s bath, he leant in and pressed a single kiss to your nose. “I’ll get you some pyjamas. You’re staying the night, right? I mean— if you want to.”
And you did stay the night, of course you did. Steve’s soft sheets engulfed you as did the large bed you laid in. He spotted you a large, old t-shirt of his, the words now faded and a pair of shorts that were a little big on your hips.
You spent the night wrapped in Steve’s strong arms, your hand splayed on his chest, drawing shapes into his skin with your legs entwined. You spoke about forever and it felt so natural, like it was meant to be. Like your story had been going for decades but in reality, it was only just beginning.
