Kinktober Day 7: Virginity
Fboy!Steve Harrington x Virgin!Chubby!Reader
Summary: Steve never paid you much attention until the day he found your laptop open with your rice purity test results on full display.
Warnings: 18+ smut, mentions of virginity loss, kissing, awkward!reader, pervy!steve, corruption/innocence kink
It’s criminal that the chemistry teacher paired you with thee Steve Harrington. King Steve. How on earth are you supposed to pay attention to the lesson when all you want to do is swim in his golden brown hair?
You sigh dreamily, chin resting on your hand as you studied him. God, he never looks your way. You’d give anything if he’d just acknowledge you. Anything.
He glances your way and you’re so taken aback that you’re scrambling to adjust your position. Seconds after, you ponder on whether you’d seen him move his lips.
“Huh?” You say, snapping out of your daydreams.
He lets out a quick laugh then a lingering smile. “I asked if you could get us a beaker up front. I would get it but I’m so sore from basketball practice, you wouldn’t believe it.”
“Oh, of course. No problem. Thank you for asking me.” You say, cringing at how lame you sound once you turn away.
Steve purposefully sent you away for a chance to look over your computer screen. Today, practically everyone has been sending each other their purity tests results as some new trend amongst your peers. You knew you haven’t done much but to see how high your score was really put it into perspective that if you were olive oil, you’d be extra virgin.
You return to your seat, unaware of his snooping at first until you seen just how broadcasted your screen was.
“Y-you didn’t happen to see anything weird on my screen, d-did you?” You ask, heart racing.
“Wouldn’t say weird. More like…intriguing.” He smirks.
“Oh, god.” You groan, head resting on the lab table.
“So is it true? You a virgin?” He asks with contained excitement.
“Yeah,” You whisper, raising your head once again to meet his darkening eyes. “Is it hard to believe?”
“A little,” He ogles you, eyes traveling up and down your body. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to be between those thighs?”
You’re sooo confused. Only a minute ago, you didn’t exist to him. Now he’s unashamedly flirting with you.
Steve brings a foot under your chair, sliding you a little closer to him. He leans in to whisper, his breath tickling your sensitive throat.
“You’ve never had that cherry popped?” His smile grew wider.
“I already said yes,” Your face heats up, cupping your cheeks to hide yourself. “You’re embarrassing me.”
“You shouldn’t be ashamed at all for being a virgin. It’s a really neat thing that you’re one.” He says softly.
“Why?”
He looks around the classroom making sure no one’s eavesdropping before he whispers, “Because it means I get to be the one who claims it,” He lowers his lips to your ears. “You want that, don’t you?”
You nod.
“I’ll need a verbal ‘yes’, princess.” He demands.
“Yes, I want you to take my virginity.” You breathe out.
“Good girl. I’ll text you when to come over tonight.” He says, rubbing a hand on your upper thigh before turning to pay attention to the lesson as if nothing had ever happened.
Tonight?! So soon?
You spend the rest of your day, butterflies in your stomach as you count down the hours until you’ll be getting dicked down by King Steve.
Six hours went to four hours and four went to three until finally the hour arrived. You followed the address he’d given you, recognizing it was some old cabin home. He’s standing outside waiting in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants that hang low. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he isn’t wearing any underwear, the outline of his rather large member is damning.
You take one good glance at yourself in the mirror happy with the casual yet sexy look you were going for before you exit your car. He walks up to you, throwing his hands around you and taking in your scent.
“You smell nice.” He says, hardness pressing against your belly and your eyes widen as you try not to pass out. Steve Harrington is hugging you!
“Th-thank you. I-it’s my mom’s perfume,” You mentally facepalm. “I-I mean she bought it for me but it’s not like her signature scent or anything like that. That would be weird.”
He laughs, taking your hand in his. “You’re adorable.”
You feel him tug you away, guiding you towards the front entrance of the home and your stomach lurches.
“Is this your place?” You ask with a nervous laugh, trying and failing at not sounding judgmental.
“Nah, vacation home for my uncle who lives in New York,” He explains. “Don’t worry. We’re all alone. So scream all you want to, no one’ll hear you.”
You remember the rumor going around that Steve takes his lovers to this remote cabinet specifically for this reason. You swallow the hard lump in your throat as the door closes behind you.
There’s no going back.
“Could I have something to drink?” You ask trying to keep yourself from hyperventilating. “Alcohol, preferably.”
“I want your mind clear when I’m in those guts, babe,” He helps you over to the couch, encouraging you to sit as he makes his way to the kitchen. “I can get you some water, though.”
“Kay.” You say, fiddling with your skirt. It’s now or never. You needed to put on a brave face, you will not be missing out on this Greek god’s dick. You begin to pull off your sweater, struggling with it as you hear the sound of approaching footsteps.
“What are you doing there, angel?” He asks and you can hear the smile in his voice.
“Oh, ya know…thought I’d take this off since it’s getting all nice and hot in here.”
“I agree,” He says suggestively, placing the cup on the coffee table to help you remove your sweater. Once it pops off, you stumble a little causing him to wrap an arm around your waist to balance you. “That better?”
“Mhm.” You reply, forcing yourself to look in his eyes.
He lowers his lips to yours and kisses you. You let out a surprised gasp against his lips before you follow his lead. You can tell you’re sloppy at it because when he shoves his tongue into your mouth it’s heavenly but when you do it, it’s all slobbery.
But even when you’re doing wrong, it feels so right because he’s moaning into it and as long as he’s doing that then you’ll consider it a win. His hands cradle your head, deepening the kiss. You can hardly breathe nor do you care to, clutching onto his shirt.
When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against your head. “I usually do foreplay but I wanna feel your tight little pussy squeezing around me so badly.”
That’s the second rumor you remembered about him. He usually says that very line to whoever he fucks. Only girl to ever have been treated to foreplay was his ex, Nancy. It hurts that you get a front row seat to the truth of the rumors. I guess that’s why they say never meet your heroes or, in this case, never have a one night stand with your crush.
“Can I please?” He pleads, hazel eyes big and wet as if it physically hurts not being inside you and judging by the way he jumps and throbs in his pants you’d say it’s a possibility.
“Yes, you can fuck me. Please fuck me.” You say, kissing him once more and he whines against your lips. He loves hearing how much you need him.
Laying you on your back onto the couch, he quickly removes your clothes off your body tossing your shirt, bra, and skirt to the floor but leaving you in just your white thong. He groans at the darkened wet patch, hooking his finger underneath to pull to the side.
“Look at that pretty pussy,” He praises. “You tellin’ me no one’s had the chance to see it let alone be inside it.”
“Yeah, no one. Guess I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Fuuuck, baby, don’t talk like that or I might fill you up with my cum.” He says.
That’s another of those little rumors. He threatens to cum inside you. You should be revolted by this but you find yourself canting your hips upward in anticipation.
“You want me, babygirl? I’ll give it to you.” He pulls his sweatpants down just below his bent knees and a horse cock comes out springing and swinging.
You froze, mouth dropping. Oh hell no. You need to get out of here. The rumors do no justice at all to the sheer size of him. He’ll tear you apart!
Panic sets in as he hooks the back of your knees into the crook of his arms, positioning himself between your thick thighs.
“O-on second thought, I think I’ve found God and he tells me that maybe I shouldn’t…” You trail off when you feel his warm cock rubbing between your clothed folds. Oh, now he surely needs to be inside you. You’ll take the pain.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He asks and you whine in agreement. “Then, pull those panties to the side and let me in.”
