Mr.harrington- Steve harrington X Reader
~Summary: After months of secretly texting an older guy you’ve grown close to, you transfer colleges for a fresh start only to discover on your first day that the man you’ve been flirting with is actually your new math professor, Steve Harrington.
~Warnings: age gap between two consenting adults, smut, p in v, oral(m receiving) little praise,professor x student and little of power dynamics.
You’ve been texting this older guy for a couple months now.
He told you he worked in education, but he never really went into detail about what grade he taught or who he taught. You didn’t push. You liked the mystery. You liked him more than you should.
You showed him what you looked like weeks ago, but he never sent a picture back. He always joked that he “looked tired” or “looked like a mess after work.”
Still, you didn’t mind. You liked the way he talked. You liked the way he listened.
You wished you were his age sometimes, so he wouldn’t think it was weird to want you back.
One night, you told him about the incident at your old college — the reason you transferred. He didn’t pry, didn’t push, just told you he was proud of you for leaving a place that hurt you. He said he couldn’t wait to hear about your first day at the new school.
You went to sleep with his name still glowing on your screen.
You’re getting ready for your new college when your phone buzzes.
Good morning, beautiful. Hope you have a good first day. I’m headed to work. we’re getting new students today. 🙃
You stare at the message.
You shake it off, heart his message,grab your bag, and head out.
Students flood the hallways, laughing, talking, trying to find their buildings. Teachers weave through the crowd, pointing lost freshmen in the right direction.
You take a deep breath and walk inside.
You slip into a seat near the middle. Students settle in around you, pulling out notebooks and laptops. The room hums with first‑day nerves.
White button-down that fits a little too well.
Hair slightly messy, like he ran his hands through it on the way here.
He sets his bag down, looks up
His face goes completely red.
He’s is staring at you like he seen a ghost.
You’re not sure why he’s staring at you.
You try to focus, but your brain is buzzing.
You pull out your phone under the desk and type:
i hope your day’s going good. my new teacher keeps giving me weird looks.
Across the room, Mr.Harringtons phone buzzes.
His eyes lift slowly, meeting yours.
He looks like he might pass out.
You finish your notes when you pick up your phone to check your messages when you feel someone step closer.
His voice is low, careful, almost pleading.
“Get off your phone and pay attention to me.”
He’s not talking to the class.
And suddenly everything makes sense, the coincidence, the timing, the way he looked at you like he already knew you.
The room empties slowly, students drifting out in groups , talking about weekend plans.
You stay seated, pretending to organize your bag even though your hands are shaking.
Steve keeps his eyes on his desk, pretending to shuffle papers.
When the last student leaves, the door swings shut with a soft click.
He exhales like he’s been holding his breath the entire class.
“You…” His voice cracks, and he tries again. “You’re really here.”
You stand, gripping the strap of your bag. “I didn’t know you taught here.”
He laughs under his breath, not mocking, just stunned. “Yeah.”
You take a step closer. He takes a step back, like he’s afraid of what he’ll do if you get too close.
His eyes flicker over your face, softening, warming, then darting away like he’s not allowed to look at you the way he wants to.
“I wasn’t lying,” he says quietly. “About getting new students today.”
You swallow. “I wasn’t lying either. About my teacher giving me weird looks.”
That earns a real smile. Small , crooked, nervous.
He runs a hand through his hair. “This is… complicated.”
“Why have you never let me see your face, I mean.. you’re pretty handsome.”
He shrugs and goes closer to you.
“Guess I was scared that you’d stop talking to me.”
You looked at him confused.
“I meant everything I said,” he murmurs. “Every good morning. Every compliment. Every late-night conversation. Every time I told you I liked talking to you.”
“But now you’re my student,” he says, voice breaking on the word. “And I don’t know how to go about with that.”
You look up at him, pulse pounding. “What do you want to do?”
He closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them. They look softer. Hungrier.
“I want to talk to you the way I always do.”
“Not here,” he says. “Could get caught any moment.”
He glances at the clock, then back at you.
“My office hours end at five,” he says quietly. “If you… if you want to come by. Just to talk.”
But the way he says it feels like a promise.
He steps aside, giving you space to leave. You walk toward the door, your hand on the handle.
“Hey,” he says behind you.
“You’re even more beautiful in person.” He says softly. “Text me if you need anything.”
You step into the hallway, heart racing, the door clicking shut behind you.
The rest of your day drags.
Every class feels twice as long. Every hallway feels too loud. Every time your phone buzzes, your heart jumps .. but it’s never him. He doesn’t text you again, and somehow that makes everything worse.
By the time the clock hits 4:52, you’re standing outside the math building, pretending you’re not counting down the minutes.
You tell yourself you’re just going to talk.
You tell yourself it’s just clarity.
You tell yourself you’re not nervous.
At 4:59, you climb the stairs.
At 5:00, on the dot, you’re standing outside his office.
The door is cracked open, warm light spilling into the hallway. You hear papers shifting, a soft sigh, the scrape of a chair.
The movement inside stops.
“Come in,” he says and his voice is softer than it was in class.
Steve is sitting at his desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, hair a little messier than before.
“You came,” he says quietly.
You close the door behind you. “You asked me to.”
He stands, almost too quickly, like he doesn’t trust himself to stay seated. He gestures to the chair across from him.
He leans against the edge of his desk instead, arms crossed loosely.
You look down at your hands. “I didn’t know what to think.”
He nods slowly. “Yeah. Me neither.”
Silence settles between you.
“I should’ve just showed you how I looked. I wasn’t hiding it to be shady. I just… like talking to you without it being a thing.”
You meet his eyes. “I like talking to you too.”
“But now,” he says, voice low, “I’m standing here trying to figure out how to be your professor and still be the person you talked to every night.”
You swallow hard. “Do you want to stop talking?”
His eyes snap to yours — sharp, almost pained.
“No,” he says instantly. “God, no.”
You breathe out, relief washing through you.
“I just don’t want to make this harder for you,” he says. “Or put you in a position you didn’t ask for.”
You look up at him. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
He lets out a shaky breath.
“Yeah,” he whispers. “You are.”
For a moment, neither of you moves.
Then he clears his throat, grounding himself. “Okay. So… we talk. we figure out what this is. We take it slow.”
He smiles — small, warm, a little relieved. “Good.”
You stand, and he walks you to the door, stopping just before opening it.
his hand is hovering inches from the knob. Then, without warning, he spins you around and pins you against the wood with his body.
"I can't do this," he growls lowly, voice strained with barely contained desire. "I can't pretend like I don't want you when all I can think about is kissing you.”
His hands come up to frame your face as he leans in close - so close that you can feel his breath ghosting over your lips.
"Tell me to stop," he rasps out. "Tell me this is a bad idea.”
He leaves the sentence hanging in the air between you, eyes searching yours intently for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
Your heart is pounding wildly in your chest as you stare back at him.
"I don't want you to stop," you whisper back hoarsely after a moment's pause.
"I want... I want you to kiss me. To touch me. To make me yours."
His eyes flare with heat at your words and then his mouth is on yours - hard, hungry, demanding. He kisses you like a man starved, tongue delving deep as he presses you back against the door.
One hand tangles in your hair while the other slides down to grip your hip possessively. You moan into his mouth as he grinds against you, letting you feel exactly how much he wants this too.
"I need you," he pants out between kisses, voice rough with desire. "Need to have you….all of you."
"please" you gasp back, arching into him desperately.
He groans lowly at that plea before kissing down the column of your throat sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there until it's sure to leave marks.
"Gonna fuck you right here," he growls against your pulse point. "Bend you over my desk.”
His words send a bolt of pure lust straight to your core and you whimper needily.
He chuckles darkly at your response before pulling back just enough to start undoing his belt - the sound of the buckle clinking against the desk obscenely loud in the quiet office.
"Get on your knees," he orders roughly. "And show me how much you want this."
You kneel in front of him.
He watches you intently, eyes dark with lust and something almost feral as he takes in the sight of you kneeling before him. It makes heat pool low in your belly knowing that you're the one driving him wild like this.
"Fuck," he groans out softly as you finally get his pants undone and start pushing them down over his hips. "Been dreaming about this... About having your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock."
The admission sends a shiver through you and makes your cheeks flush hotly. You've never been spoken to so bluntly before but god if it doesn't turn you on like crazy.
"I want that too," you whisper back shyly even as your fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers next. "Want to taste you..."
He lets out a shuddery exhale at your words, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you finally free his erection from the confines of his underwear. It springs up hard and heavy between you , thick and flushed a deep red at the tip.
"Then do it," he rasps out, voice strained with barely contained desire. "Suck my cock like a good girl."
His words make you moan softly as you lean in to run your tongue along the underside of his shaft experimentally. He groans lowly at the touch, hips jerking forward slightly.
"So fucking good," he pants out, one hand coming down to tangle in your hair again encouragingly. "Take me deeper baby... Want to feel that pretty little mouth all over me."
You obey eagerly parting your lips and taking him into your mouth inch by inch until he hits the back of your throat. You gag slightly but push through it, determined to take him all the way.
he praises as you start bobbing your head up and down his length. "Fuck, just like that... Your mouth feels-fuck."
His words spur you on and you redouble your efforts - swirling your tongue around him and hollowing your cheeks to suck harder. The sounds of wet slurping fill the room obscenely along with his increasingly ragged breathing.
"Gonna come in that pretty mouth soon," he warns after a few minutes, voice tight with impending release. "Swallow it all down for me baby... Show me how much you love tasting my cum."
The filthy words make arousal spike through you again and you moan around him - sending delicious vibrations up his shaft. He groans loudly at that, fingers tightening in your hair.
He trails off into a low groan as he starts to climax. hot ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat as he pulses against your tongue.
You swallow it down greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop. The salty taste and the knowledge that you made him come undone like this is intoxicating.
"Goddamn," he pants out shakily as you finally pull off with a wet pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "That was... Fuck, that was amazing."
He hauls you up from the floor and kisses you deeply ,tongue delving into your mouth to taste himself on your lips.
"Not done with you yet though," he murmurs against your skin between kisses. "Gonna fuck this tight little pussy next... Bend you over my desk and make you scream for me."
The promise makes arousal surge through you again and you nod eagerly even as he starts walking backwards towards his desk pulling you along by the hand.
"Please... Want to feel all of you..."
He smirks at your words before spinning around suddenly and pushing down on your shoulders.
“Bend over for me sweetheart.”
he orders huskily. "Spread your legs and show me how wet you are for me already."
You obey instantly, bending at the waist to brace yourself against his desk as you part your thighs invitingly.
The position leaves you completely exposed to him, skirt hiked up around your waist, panties already soaked through with arousal. You can feel cool air kissing your heated skin and it makes you shiver.
"Fuck," he groans out from behind you, voice rough with renewed desire as he takes in the sight of you laid out before him like a feast. "Look at this pretty pussy... So fucking wet and ready for me."
He runs a finger along your slit teasingly through the damp fabric of your underwear and it makes you gasp sharply.
"Yes," you whimper out needily. "Need you... Please..."
"So impatient," he chuckles darkly even as he hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties and starts tugging them down slowly. "Gonna give this greedy little cunt what it wants ..."
He pulls your underwear off completely and tosses them aside carelessly before gripping your hips in both hands. You can feel the heat of his erection pressing against your ass as he leans over you - lips brushing the shell of your ear.
"Gonna fuck you so hard," he promises lowly. "Make this pussy mine... Fill it up with my cum until it's dripping down your thighs. Bet you’d like that wouldn’t you baby?."
The dirty words make arousal spike through you again and you push back against him desperately.
"Yes... Yes please Mr.Harrington..."
He groans before pulling back just enough to line himself up with your entrance. Then, with one smooth thrust, he drives into you fully - stretching and filling you completely.
"Fuck yes," he growls out as he bottoms out inside of you. "So goddamn tight beautiful.”
The sensation is overwhelming but a delicious mix of pleasure and pain as he stretches you open around his thick length. You cry out sharply at the intrusion, fingers scrabbling for something to grab on the smooth surface of his desk.
“Mmm… You’re so-fuck- so big.”
He chuckles darkly at that before starting to move, pulling back until just the tip remains inside of you before slamming forward again roughly.
"That's it baby," he praises huskily as he sets a hard, fast pace. "Take my cock like a good girl, yeah?”
The filthy words combined with the relentless thrusts quickly push you towards the edge and your inner walls start to flutter around him.
"So close," you pant out desperately, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Gonna come... Gonna come on your cock..."
"Do it then," he orders gruffly even as one hand comes down to rub tight circles over your clit. "Come undone all over me baby.”
The added stimulation is enough to send you flying and you cry out sharply as orgasm crashes through you ..vision going white behind closed eyelids.
“fuck fuck.. i’m cumming.”
Your inner walls clamp down around him like a vice as you finish milking his cock for all it's worth. He groans loudly at the sensation, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.
"Fuck yes," he pants out, voice strained with impending release. "Gonna come too baby... Gonna fill this pussy up..."
A few more erratic thrusts and then he's coming undone behind you hot spurts of cum painting your insides as he pulses inside of you.
"Yes," you moan out weakly even as aftershocks continue to roll through you. "Give it all to me... Want every drop..."
He collapses against your back once he's finished both of you panting harshly as sweat cools on overheated skin.
"That was..." he starts before trailing off with a low groan. "Goddamn incredible."
You can only nod in agreement, too blissed out to form words at the moment. All you know is that you've never felt so thoroughly used and satisfied in your life.
And as he pulls out of you slowly, cum starting to dribble down your thighs, you can't help but think that this is just the beginning...
He kisses your shoulder then your temple.
“Did so good for me honey. Let me clean you then we go to my house yeah?”
You nod too tired to respond.
He gives you a soft reassuring kiss and gets to cleaning you up.
