#(yeah right)

As part of his mission, Steve has found himself to be a frequent patron of the newly reconstructed Hawkins Public Library. It looks a lot different now than it did when it was a gaping gate to the Upside Down. His checkout habits regularly raise the eyebrows of the town librarian as she hesitantly stamps return dates into books about human anatomy and sexuality. He knows how it looks, but he refuses to give in to the insinuation that his motivations are anything but kosher. As a wise friend once said, he’s on a curiosity voyage and needs his paddles to travel.

That’s not to say that there haven’t been unexpected benefits. Although Steve’s well versed in the basics, he’s taken up a special interest in physiology. Steve likes knowing what’s going on inside his body when he’s so turned on that he can’t think straight, when he’s so hard that it hurts, when he comes so violently that he sees stars. Of course, he puts his newfound knowledge to the test with you, too. When he first read about erogenous zones, he tortured you with so much foreplay that you had to beg for him to stop and finally fuck you. He won’t admit it, but it’s definitely turned into his sick science experiment, a thinly veiled disguise to study your sexuality. Thankfully for him, you’re game to test his hypotheses any day.

As for you, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find Steve’s curiosity sexy. Something as simple as Steve studying to take his new responsibility seriously has somehow made his sex appeal skyrocket. Seeing him poring over his lesson plans or a new book from the library evokes a pathetic Pavlovian response in your pussy, the most primitive parts of your brain automatically kicking into overdrive. 

Steve’s currently in bed with his nose buried deep in a book, one with a cover you don’t recognize. This is how you find him most nights now, eyes scanning pages upon pages until they finally droop with sleepiness. He’s clearly enthralled by whatever he’s reading, completely oblivious to the way you’re ogling at him from across the room. It’s so domestic that you feel dirty. You love seeing him like this, walls down, features softened by the dim glow of your bedside lamp. He looks warm and inviting, like home could be wherever he is.

A charged current runs through you as you rake your eyes over Steve’s frame. He’s sporting nothing but a pair of briefs that he’s stolen (taken back) from the not so secret stash in your dresser drawer, hair wild and untamed after a long day. It’s a stark contrast to his regular uniform of his embroidered coach’s jacket and khakis or corduroy suits from the thrift. Your cunt clenches as you think about how you’re the only one who gets to see him like this. 

You can’t help but crave a different type of intimacy as you size him up, overwhelmed with the urge to jump his bones. Lost deep in thought, Steve remains blissfully unaware that dangerous flames of desire have started licking up your lower belly. It would be a shame if you didn’t break his focus so he can put out the fire he sparked. 

“What’cha reading?” you ask while joining Steve under the covers.

He pulls you in closer, bodies pressed together with your chin resting on his strong shoulder. You get a good look at the pages this way, but the wall of text is indecipherable considering you have sex on the brain. A hands-on learning component seems more fitting for tonight. 

“This is a new one on sexuality education,” Steve explains while showing you the cover. “It’s about how to actually teach sex ed. There’s even a chapter on what topics you should cover for middle schoolers.”

You nod approvingly while nuzzling your face into his neck. “I have a sex ed question,” you propose, lips brushing over his beauty marks.

“What’s that, babe?”

Your voice is low as you shamelessly spit it out. “Does it tell you what you should do when you feel wet between your legs?” 

There’s a pause as Steve abandons his book, pages splayed open on his stomach to bookmark his spot. When he shifts to get a better look at you, he finds that you’re already staring, eyes full of lust. Your core meets his clothed hip as he hitches one of your legs over his possessively. 

“Didn’t see a chapter on that, honey,” he finally replies, “but I could cover that in my sleep.”

Clearly he’s taken the hint. Your fire burns brighter as Steve shifts a large hand over the swell of your ass. There’s probably a wet spot soaking through your panties already.

“Well, since you’re the expert,” you reason, “how about a pop quiz?”

Steve loves a challenge. Besides, he has a feeling he’ll ace whatever you throw at him.

“Alright,” he shrugs with a playful smile. “Shoot.”

You press a kiss to his earlobe, feeling triumphant and giddy with excitement. You scramble up over his lap before carefully placing Steve’s book on your nightstand for safe keeping. The last thing Steve needs is a replacement fine on his library card because you ruined his sex ed book in bed.

The air leaves Steve’s lungs as you lean forward for a searing kiss. He pulls you in closer, clothed cores pressed against each other while your mouths slot together feverishly. 

“So, I’m hot for the sex ed teacher,” you confess against Steve’s lips, “and I get this tingling feeling down there whenever I think about him.” You roll your hips against his and earn a low whine in response. “Why is that?”

Steve licks into your mouth passionately like he’ll somehow find the answer through french kissing. He tastes faintly like minty mouthwash as you continue to swap spit like teenagers. 

“Sounds like you’re aroused,” Steve eventually explains, “like, sexually. When that happens, blood flow to the clitoris increases. That’s probably what you’re feeling,” he concludes before diving in for another kiss.

Your clit pulses on cue at his response. You rut against him, chasing some much needed friction as sweet slick threatens to drip down your thighs. Steve’s thumb swipes over your cheekbone soothingly. You burn red hot under his touch, feeling needy and electrified.

“Are there any ways to get rid of it? It’s pretty distracting. Can’t think straight,” you breathe out. 

Steve moves his hands under your shirt, thumbs rolling over your perked nipples. “Keep grinding on me like that and you’ll probably find out.”

That’s not exactly how you play the game, but it’s your fault for not setting any strict rules before you started. He’s also technically right. It wouldn’t be the first time either of you came in your pants from a short session of heavy petting.

Your forehead falls to his as you respond with a breathy moan. Steve takes the opportunity to swallow it with more steamy kisses, hands still kneading at the soft flesh of your breasts. 

“And what would you call this?” you inquire innocently as you grind down on him again. “It’s poking me.”

Steve’s hands grip onto your ribcage, nails marking half moons between your shoulder blades.

“An erection,” he chokes out clinically. “Sometimes you can just ignore it and it will go away, but usually you get rid of it by ejaculating while masturbating or having sex.”

Steve’s breathing heavily now, chest heaving with want as he looks at you with reverent desire. His skin pebbles as you twirl your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Gotcha,” you say, pleased with his answer. “How do they happen?”

Steve takes a deep breath to steel himself. “Well, your brain tells your body to send blood to your penis when you feel aroused or experience some sort of stimulation,” he explains, “but sometimes they’re spontaneous.”

You can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face at the use of the anatomical term. You’re being immature–Steve’s doing well, keeping it strictly scientific. It’s your personal mission to crack his composure.

You rock your pelvis forward again, your core placing even pressure over his hard dick. “Is this one spontaneous?”

Steve swallows thickly. “No,” he admits.

You hum. “Must be really aroused then.”

His cock kicks at your words. If he doesn’t get you off of his lap in the next ten seconds he’s going to cream his briefs.

Steve snaps the waistband of your panties against your skin. “Take these off.”

You oblige, sitting back between his legs to shimmy the soiled fabric down your thighs, shirt discarded over your shoulder. Steve groans as he catches a glimpse of your glistening folds, soaking wet just for him. In an instant he’s shifting to discard his own underwear, both of you fully naked and staring at each other like prized possessions. Your mouth waters as you watch Steve’s hard length sit heavy against the trail of hair on his tummy. 

Keeping your spot between his legs, you lean forward slightly, eyes level with the flushed head of his dick. Steve’s stomach quivers in anticipation.

Your thumb swipes over a pearly bead of pre leaking from his slit. “What’s this?” you ask, voice sickeningly sweet. 

Steve’s head rolls back against the headboard as a guttural groan claws up his throat. “Jesus, baby, seriously?” he whines.

You shrug indifferently. “Thought you were the sex ed teacher. You’re supposed to know this stuff.” 

Steve shivers as you smear the wetness around sloppily, your hand gripping his shaft as your thumb swirls around his tip teasingly.

“It’s called pre-ejaculate,” he grits out. “Can happen when you’re turned on. It’s normal.”

“Oh, good,” you feign relief, “I was wondering.”

Steve lets out a breathy, incredulous laugh. “Fuckin’ killing me.”

You maintain eye contact while tracing the path down his girth that leads to a patch of coarse curls. “Does every cock have a vein like this one?”

Steve whimpers. It’s a needy, high-pitched pathetic sound, one that communicates how much you’re undoing him.  

“God," he stutters. “Everybody’s anatomy is different. ‘S not all gonna look the same.”

You press a kiss to his tip, tongue poking out to swipe a kitten lick over his slit. Steve practically cries, hands fisting the sheets to keep from bucking his hips up into your face.

“I think I get to see the prettiest one. And the thickest,” you marvel as you wrap your hand around his base, fingers barely meeting on the other side. 

Steve curses as you give him a squeeze. He doesn’t have time to catch his breath before you’re snaking your hand down to cup his balls. You roll them over in your palm gently as your other hand smooths over his lower stomach. A smile tugs at your lips as you catch the way Steve’s thighs jump at the sensation.

“And these? They seem extra sensitive,” you observe.

Steve takes in a sharp breath through his nose. “My fuckin’ balls,” he groans, “and they’re gonna spill my swimmers all over your hand if you don’t stop.” 

Got him. Anatomical terms be damned, Steve can’t take it anymore. He’s a mess above you, brows furrowed from pleasure with a sheen of sweat glimmering across his forehead. You still have one more trick up your sleeve before you tell him he made an A-plus on his quiz.

You take your spot back in his lap again, legs straddling either side of him so he doesn’t go anywhere. Your breath hitches as you sinfully sink down to drag his swollen dick through your dripping folds. A wanton whimper of his name floods Steve’s ears as the tip of his length bumps against your clit.

Steve’s eyes flutter shut as he feels your wetness coat his cock, his mouth hanging open around a moan. If he could speak, he’d make some smart quip about vaginal lubrication, but he knows the words would get stuck in his throat.

You study Steve’s face with relish and press a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose before whispering your biggest wish. 

“Want you to show me how babies are made, Mr. Harrington.”

You’re in for it now. Your head swims as Steve spins you over, scooping you up and bouncing you back into the pillows. Two strong arms cage either side of your head as Steve hovers over your body, his biceps bulging in a way that makes your mouth water. He looks like sex personified.

Steve swoops down for a sloppy kiss, teeth clashing in the heat of the moment. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The playful roll of your eyes turns into one of pleasure as you feel Steve line up at your entrance, teasing you with just the tip. Your fingers tangle in his chestnut locks as he smacks kisses to the column of your throat, blooms of deep purple sure to grow before the night is over. The tingling feeling at your core intensifies as Steve’s stubble scratches lightly across your neck. As much as you appreciate the repeat demonstration on erogenous zones, there’s another one between your legs that’s begging to be filled.

“Steve,” you plead breathlessly.

He presses in slowly. Your legs tremble as the familiar feeling of Steve stretching you out sets in. The two of you choke out broken moans, you as Steve presses against your pearl, Steve as he bottoms out inside you. He’s quick to move, chasing the way you clench around him when he brushes against the spot that makes your eyes cross. You’re both spun up, impossibly turned on, desperate and needy for each other.

“Taking me so well,” Steve praises. “Fuckin’ made for me.”

You tug at the roots of his hair in response, a small gasp leaving your mouth at his words. It’s confirmation enough–Steve knows that you’re his. He feels it when you squeeze around him, when you pull him closer, when your arousal drips over every ridge on his bare shaft. Steve snaps his hips to meet you where you’re at, pushing you further and further towards cloud nine.

“Did I pass?” Steve asks, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.

His question barely registers. You’re on another planet of pleasure right now, cockdrunk and dumb over him.

“What?”

Steve draws his hips back slowly. “Your quiz. Did I pass?”

Your walls clench around him, a silent plea to move back in. “Mmhmm,” you moan in the affirmative. “Make me come on your cock and I’ll give you a gold star.”

Steve groans as he pitches forward again, his thick length stretching you back out and stuffing you to the brim. The tip of his length kisses the spot that only he can reach, the one that may as well have his name on it. An obscene schlick sound rings out as you suck him back in. You’re expertly taking every inch of him. It’s a feat, but he knows you’re good for it.

Your nails dot red marks onto Steve’s freckled shoulders as your clit catches in his pubic hair. Luckily for you, Steve’s a responsive lover. He swipes the pad of his thumb over your bundle of nerves to trace sloppy circles with your slick. Your hips buck up to meet him as he continues to move at a pace so steady you swear you’re about to start drooling. The only thing you can think about is Steve, senses overcome with sweet stimulation. 

“Y’know, I’m setting a bad example,” Steve huffs between thrusts. “Really should be wearing a condom. The pull out method isn’t that effective,” he rambles.

You whimper as you press him toward you further, legs hooking over his tailbone insistently. “Maybe I want you to put a baby in me, Steve.”

Before you can blink he’s got you in a mating press, practically folding you like a pretzel to drive his dick into you as deep as humanly possible. Steve’s hips piston with a speed that makes your vision blur around the edges. You feel suffocated in the best way. His body is heavy on top of yours, punching out pornographic moans as his dick works hard to rearrange your insides. He’s everywhere. He’s everything.

“Yeah? Gonna fucking give it to you,” he all but growls. “Want you full of my fucking come, baby.”  

It’s not going to take long with the way you’re fluttering around his cock, layers of velvet covering him completely. You’re right there with him, the band beneath your belly button threatening to snap with every thrust.

“Need it,” you encourage earnestly. “Need you.”

Steve’s pace grows irregular and ragged, balls slapping wetly against your ass as he fucks into you fervently. He’s deadset on defying physics so he can be closer to you, dipping down to press a reassuring kiss into your hairline, big hands pushing your knees up toward your head. Low, drawn out rasps of your name escape desperately between chants of: “Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Oh, my fucking god.”

“Stevie?” you manage to squeak out.

“Yeah, honey?” he responds.

Your eyelashes flutter against his cheek. “I love you.”

He instantly unravels at your magic words, burying himself in you one last time before spilling thick ropes of spend deep into your pussy. Steve generously coats your insides to mark his territory as he comes white hot within your walls. Steve’s muscles ripple as he uses every ounce of strength to not totally collapse into your frame. He’s babbling sincere statements against your sticky skin, repeating sweet "I love you"s like a promise. 

A deep pressure builds up and tips you over the edge with a violent shove as you feel Steve twitch mercilessly inside of you. A primal part of you hopes it will stick. Your orgasm overtakes you without warning, pleasure rapidly coursing through your veins. Steve is your favorite drug. The air is thick and hot and smells like sex, like him. You feel raptured, like you’ve died and gone to heaven. It would be a good way to go out. You allow Steve to crumble on top of you, reveling in the way he’s proving his love to you as you both ride out your highs.

You’re still breathless as Steve slips out of you slowly, cock dripping with your slick and his spend. It’s a sight to see, a direct testament to how good you made each other feel. Pleasure continues to run its course, your clit puffy and pulsing from the aftershock of your orgasm. An emptiness begins to settle in behind your public bone without Steve stuffing you full. 

The feeling is short lived. Steve spreads your legs gently before pressing a kiss to your knee, fingertips brushing over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. 

His voice is low with lust. “How about another round for some extra credit?”

a/n: this totally got away from me as you can tell by the word count. he's so hot it's bad for my health. save me sex ed teacher steve harrington.....

thanks to everyone who has continued to stick with me <3 i feel like i accidentally hyped this up before posting so i hope it was everything you wanted and more. i personally plan to keep steve alive and well past the finale through x reader fanfic. please join me!!!

to my sweeties who have sent requests: i am working on them i promise!!! they are so yummy and i can't wait to share the finished products with you. thank you for inspiring me <3

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