“Teach me how to be good”
A/N: I really hope you’ll enjoy the au! Keep in mind Steve is at first only 17! I don’t know how long the series will be, probably around 8 chapters maybe? + drabbles and thoughts:) if you ever want to share something, my inbox is open.
Kith kith to @jamneuromain for always helping me with these amazing ideas 😩😍🤭
Warnings: Steve is 17, flustered Steve👀 virgin and very inexperienced Steve, male masturbation , fantasies about blowjobs and sex
If you don’t feel comfortable with something above, this is probably not for you:)
Normally you wouldn’t have taken the offer, but it was your bosses son and they’d pay you good money, if he’d manage to pass his math exams. Since you were really good with this subject, currently busy with your master in mathematics studies. You wanted to be a teacher, help kids who need it…but the kid you were supposed to help was no kid. An 17 year old boy, well, technically still a kid. As soon as you entered his room-which was surpassingly tidy (his mom told him to clean up). “Hi, I’m your new Tutor till your upcoming exams”, you introduced yourself. When Steve looked up from his book, he felt like someone just hung up a star for him. Such a Beautiful Girl…-Woman in his room. Quickly putting the book aside and nearly tripping out of bed he held out his hand to you. He may be younger, but he was still taller than you. “Hi-hi I’m Steve”, he introduced himself. You laughed amused but shook his hand nevertheless. “I know, your parents told me. Come on, now grab your books and show me what you don’t know.”
He didn’t know shit about math .
But he knew he’d do anything to win your heart.
After you explained to him how to solve some of the exercises, he definitely understood it much better. Maybe because he liked listening to you rather than his old annoying teacher or maybe he actually was good at math. He had no idea. He didn’t even care. His gaze was glued to your face, while you were checking the things he wrote. A big smile creeping onto your rosy, soft looking lips. “Good job, Steve. You did great with these. See? Told you you’d be great”, you said cheerfully, still standing behind him and putting a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. He felt like his heart was about to explode. Beating in his chest uncontrollably, spreading in his body a warmth tingling feeling. Blood rushed to his cheeks, painting him with a soft blush. Not only did blood rush to his cheeks, but also to his crotch, making his dick twitch and slowly hardening. Especially when he felt your hand rub his shoulder. Fuck, what if you’d rub his thigh like that? Or maybe over his length? He felt nervous and scared you’d notice his erection. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was becoming a mess and he had no idea why. It’s not like you did anything sexual? Why was he feeling like that. You’d probably notice how he was squirming around, trying to pull his tight jeans a bit lower so they wouldn’t pinching against his cock like that. If you’d looked into his eyes you could easily see his pupil dilating. But you didn’t look at him? It’s like you were always trying to avoid his gaze. He really hoped it was just his imagination playing a trick on him. You were probably just busy checking for any mistakes…
For a moment your eyes hushed to him, quickly and nearly unnoticeable. But since he was already staring at you, he saw it. The feeling in his chest got tighter, it’s like he felt his air being pushed out of his lungs. “Would you gooutwithme?”, he slapped his hand to his lips, feeling how his face became hot. He was blushing like a fucking virgin. Well. He was one. So that was about right. Unfortunately you still did hear everything he said, even though his words were a bit slurred. “Sweetheart, I’m too old for you. I’m 25, did you know that?”, you laughed head shaking, gabbing a few other papers. He swallowed, hard. Once, twice. Somehow it didn’t bother him that you were seven-or eight years older. Actually he even liked it. Feeling his mouth open he could already tell there’d come out something stupid. “So it’s a no? Or a maybe?”, at least he made you laugh.
Shaking your head you wrote down a few new problems for him to solve. “You’re a minor”, is all you said, brushing his hair, making him push back at your hand slightly. He looked up at you, with his big bright eyes. You also noticed the blush now and how he was pulling at his jeans, where you could swear you could see a bulge. Maybe that’s just your imagination after sitting with him for so long. Steve was really sweet. But too young. And you definitely wouldn't come after a high schooler.
“My birthday is in a few months”, he tried, but you just gave him a stern look, sitting down on the other chair. “Steve, I'm not that kind of girl you’re looking for. I'm not ‘first girl material’, trust me”, you said and ending the conversation with that, once again bringing the topic back to math. He tried to argue, but you silenced him with just a stern look.
Huh. Interesting. His pupils dilated even more.
The rest of the session was eventless, just you explaining to him everything he needed. He was a good listener, even though you noticed he stared at you more often than necessary.
After you left, he didn't know what to do first, call his best friend Bucky and tell him about the goddess of a woman he met, or jerk off after being hard for the last forty minutes.
He decided the call could wait.
You were back a week later, once again you’d sit with him for an hour and Steve couldn’t wait for you to finally arrive. (He pulled the other chair a bit closer to his own, so you’d hopefully sit closer to him. You smelled so good.) Apparently he must have not been too discreet about it, since you pulled the chair to its original position, giving him once again the stern look. Yup, it’s the look. He knew it at this point. His cheeks felt immediately slightly warmer.
“Have you done the homework I gave you?”you asked, smiling, taking out your notes. Steve grabbed his books, opening the notebook on the right page, sliding it closer to you with a big smile on his face. You looked down at the notes, sometimes crossing something out. He watched you nervously, feeling his leg shake underneath the table. It’s not like he really cared about math, so why was it so important for him to get it right? Wanting you to praise him? God, he really wanted you to compliment him like you did the last time. It just made his whole brain so…cloudy. His whole body was buzzing with need.
“Well, we need to work on a few things, but we only had one session so I’m not surprised it wasn’t easy.” Your words were friendly, but his chest felt tighter with every second.
After you gave him his notes back he sighed, seeing how many calculations were wrong. He hated how it made him feel, how the tears stung in his eyes. You’ve noticed how his shoulders slumped, as he looked down, avoiding your gaze-which definitely was not like him. “Steve, is everything alright?”, you asked gently. He still didn’t look at you, so you stood up and came closer to him, putting your hand on his shoulder. This made him lift his head, his eyes filled with threatening to fall tears. God, your heart stopped for a minute seeing him like this. So…upset. But why would he be so upset?
“Steve, what’s going on?”, your voice was still gentle, but a bit firmer, making him swallow the lump in his throat. “I’m just so stupid. Don’t even know stupid Math”, he whispered. Your heart ached.
He was such a sweet thing.
Feeling upset because of some homework. This reminded you once again about the age gap that was between you. When you were his age you’d also been upset about school, crying about very often. But after nearly being done with college you couldn’t even remember the last time you really felt upset about any assignments. You were mostly stressed, but Steve…he seemed really sad and frustrated.
You brushed over his hair with your hand. “Don’t worry, you’re doing great, Steve. It’s not always easy. You did really great, especially after just one session”, you said, not being able to stop yourself from scratching his scalp gently, burying your fingers in his soft hair. A gasp escaped his lips, while he looked up at you, his hand twitching to touch. To feel. Without thinking his fingertips brushed over your thigh, but lightly enough for you to still ignore it. “Really?”, he asked, needing reassurance. A soft smile crept onto your lips. “Yes, really. You're doing amazing — I'm so proud of you.”
You saw the exact moment when his eyes widened, pupils getting bigger, swallowing the bright Color of his iris, mouth agape. There was even a blush spreading from under his shirt to the tips of his ears. Fuck, he looked just like he was-Fuck, that’s just a mind playing a trick on you, right?
Quickly stepping away from him you cleared your throat, opening your book. “Lets-let's get to work, shall we?”, you mumbled not missing how his gaze was glued to you. Mesmerised.
Even though you felt awful, you couldn’t stop yourself from praising him even more. Whenever you have the chance to do it. Such a Smart Boy. Good job. Doing so well. You couldn’t stop yourself from also slipping a quiet good boy to it too. It wasn’t right and you knew it, but it was also so hot seeing him turning into such a mess just from praising him. He was blushing like a- Oh god. The realization made your own cheeks blush slightly. How have you not thought about it before? This boy was still a virgin. That’s why he was so affected by a simple few words. He probably didn’t even know he had a praise kink. Maybe he didn’t even know what kinks were.
It only showed you once again how different your life experiences were. You felt awful using such vulnerable information against this sweet boy. Your friends from the BDSM club community would most likely give you a damn spanking, even though you were rather a Dom than sub.
You pushed these thoughts aside, even though your gaze fell once again to Steve , who was gripping his thighs firmly, probably feeling uncomfortable in his jeans. He was definitely bad at hiding the bulge in his pants, but he seemed to think you hadn't noticed. Good. He shouldn’t feel embarrassed about anything, not after you worked him up so much.
Giving him some more homework for the week you left after an hour and Steve couldn’t wait till his door closed to finally take out his cock. He didn’t even manage to fully push down his jeans, before pulling out his cock, pushing the boxers and pants only to the half of his thighs, before pumping himself. Steve moaned quietly, imagining it was your hand instead of his. Maybe he’d even get so lucky to feel your lips? God your lips made him crazy. So beautiful, plump and rosy. You were always biting down on them, making them look even redder. He’d love to see them around his cock, sucking at his tip, maybe licking over the length. Fuck, he had no idea how a blowjob felt like, but he watched enough porn to imagine it. Bucky also told him a lot about it. It felt like heaven.
And he believed it. Especially if it could be with you.
He imagined your fingers wrapping around his length, squeezing. Your tongue licking up the pre-cum that was glistening from his slit. “Such a good boy for me”, you’d praise him, he just knew. He had no idea why this came into his mind, but he’d definitely want to hear you say it. You had such a beautiful body. He noticed whenever you leaned forward or walked out the door, that you had a few curves hidden underneath the hoodie you wore. Fuck, would you let him feel your tit? Maybe suck on your nipples? Or would you even let him fuck them? His cock would look so good between them, sliding effortlessly from all the pre-cum that was literally dripping.
Maybe you’d let him fuck you. God, maybe he could bend you over his desk, right where you were helping him with his stupid homework. Or you could ride him. In the chair he was sitting in. Fuck, yeah, that’s it. He’d want you to ride him. Bounce on his dick, moaning his name. He’d grab your tits, kneading them. Needing a taste of you he’d kiss you everywhere he could reach. Suck on your nipples, while you’d let your hips drop hard on his dick. You’d let him cum inside you, filling you up. He could already hear your moans, your sweet words- come for me, come for Mis-
A sudden orgasm rushed over him. He didn’t even had time to push his shirt up, before cum shot from his slit, paiting his t-Shirt with his white seed, something even reached his chin. Panting he looked down at himself, surprised by what just happened. His legs were still trembling, while he grabbed a tissue, wiping away the mess. Steve felt his cheeks heat up, embarrassed about thinking about you while jerking off. Again.
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