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prompt 23 of the december (now winter) writing challenge! wotd: flurry
what the title says...... reader can't resist how steve's sex appeal has skyrocketed as he studies to teach his sex ed course and decides to test his knowledge in bed. we wonāt talk about how this is a little over 3.4k words 18+ MINORS DNI NSFW
contents: steve harrington x reader, afab reader, epilogue steve harrington, tease!reader (yāall know the drill), reader asks steve for a sick sex ed lesson, making out, dry humping, teasinggg, unprotected piv sex (bad sex ed advice. always use protection/two forms of birth control!), steve harrington's breeding kink.......
Secretās out: Steve Harrington is Hawkins Middle Schoolās new sex ed teacher. It was tacked on as a side gig to the coaching job, probably because the administrators couldnāt get any other poor soul on the teaching staff to touch it with a ten foot pole. Trying to explain intimate concepts like why thereās suddenly hair down there to a bunch of kids going through puberty isnāt exactly most people's dream job. In fact, the majority of the population would likely consider it an unadulterated nightmare. Unfortunately for Steve, he couldnāt particularly afford to stick his nose up at the opportunity, especially if he still wanted to gun for that new place over in Forest Hills. Motivated by the prospect of leading the baseball team to district champs, he accepted the package deal and ignored the flurry of insistent rumors that he was going to get eaten alive.
When Steve realized that heād have to explain in detail why babies arenāt actually delivered by storks, he hit the books and started revising the course material that hadnāt been touched in the better part of a decade. Heās pledged to be a bit more sensitive about the subject after being reminded of the archaic approach adopted by almost every sex ed teacher before him: abstinence is the only effective form of birth control; donāt have sex to avoid contracting STDs. In Steveās eyes, this stuff doesnāt have to be a scary labyrinth of locked doors and hidden surprises. If they have questions, he wants to be able to answer them accurately and honestly. Itās natural to be curious about growing up and everything that comes with it, including having sex. He knows firsthand that theyāre going to do it anyways eventuallyāthey may as well be smart about it.Ā
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, heās on a curiosity voyage and needs his paddles to travel.
Thatās not to say that there havenāt been unexpected benefits. Although Steveās well versed in the basics, heās taken up a special interest in physiology. Steve likes knowing whatās going on inside his body when heās so turned on that he canāt think straight, when heās 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 wonāt admit it, but itās definitely turned into his sick science experiment, a thinly veiled disguise to study your sexuality. Thankfully for him, youāre game to test his hypotheses any day.
As for you, youād be lying if you said you didnāt find Steveās 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.Ā
Steveās currently in bed with his nose buried deep in a book, one with a cover you donāt recognize. This is how you find him most nights now, eyes scanning pages upon pages until they finally droop with sleepiness. Heās clearly enthralled by whatever heās reading, completely oblivious to the way youāre ogling at him from across the room. Itās 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 Steveās frame. Heās sporting nothing but a pair of briefs that heās stolen (taken back) from the not so secret stash in your dresser drawer, hair wild and untamed after a long day. Itās a stark contrast to his regular uniform of his embroidered coachās jacket and khakis or corduroy suits from the thrift. Your cunt clenches as you think about how youāre the only one who gets to see him like this.Ā
You canāt 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 didnāt break his focus so he can put out the fire he sparked.Ā
āWhatācha reading?ā 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.Ā
āThis is a new one on sexuality education,ā Steve explains while showing you the cover. āItās about how to actually teach sex ed. Thereās even a chapter on what topics you should cover for middle schoolers.ā
You nod approvingly while nuzzling your face into his neck. āI have a sex ed question,ā you propose, lips brushing over his beauty marks.
āWhatās that, babe?ā
Your voice is low as you shamelessly spit it out. āDoes it tell you what you should do when you feel wet between your legs?āĀ
Thereās 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 youāre already staring, eyes full of lust. Your core meets his clothed hip as he hitches one of your legs over his possessively.Ā
āDidnāt see a chapter on that, honey,ā he finally replies, ābut I could cover that in my sleep.ā
Clearly heās taken the hint. Your fire burns brighter as Steve shifts a large hand over the swell of your ass. Thereās probably a wet spot soaking through your panties already.
āWell, since youāre the expert,ā you reason, āhow about a pop quiz?ā
Steve loves a challenge. Besides, he has a feeling heāll ace whatever you throw at him.
āAlright,ā he shrugs with a playful smile. āShoot.ā
You press a kiss to his earlobe, feeling triumphant and giddy with excitement. You scramble up over his lap before carefully placing Steveās 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 Steveās 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.Ā
āSo, Iām hot for the sex ed teacher,ā you confess against Steveās lips, āand I get this tingling feeling down there whenever I think about him.ā You roll your hips against his and earn a low whine in response. āWhy is that?ā
Steve licks into your mouth passionately like heāll somehow find the answer through french kissing. He tastes faintly like minty mouthwash as you continue to swap spit like teenagers.Ā
āSounds like youāre aroused,ā Steve eventually explains, ālike, sexually. When that happens, blood flow to the clitoris increases. Thatās probably what youāre feeling,ā 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. Steveās thumb swipes over your cheekbone soothingly. You burn red hot under his touch, feeling needy and electrified.
āAre there any ways to get rid of it? Itās pretty distracting. Canāt think straight,ā you breathe out.Ā
Steve moves his hands under your shirt, thumbs rolling over your perked nipples. āKeep grinding on me like that and youāll probably find out.ā
Thatās not exactly how you play the game, but itās your fault for not setting any strict rules before you started. Heās also technically right. It wouldnāt 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.Ā
āAnd what would you call this?ā you inquire innocently as you grind down on him again. āItās poking me.ā
Steveās hands grip onto your ribcage, nails marking half moons between your shoulder blades.
āAn erection,ā he chokes out clinically. āSometimes you can just ignore it and it will go away, but usually you get rid of it by ejaculating while masturbating or having sex.ā
Steveās 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.
āGotcha,ā you say, pleased with his answer. āHow do they happen?ā
Steve takes a deep breath to steel himself. āWell, your brain tells your body to send blood to your penis when you feel aroused or experience some sort of stimulation,ā he explains, ābut sometimes theyāre spontaneous.ā
You canāt help the smile that creeps onto your face at the use of the anatomical term. Youāre being immatureāSteveās doing well, keeping it strictly scientific. Itās your personal mission to crack his composure.
You rock your pelvis forward again, your core placing even pressure over his hard dick. āIs this one spontaneous?ā
Steve swallows thickly. āNo,ā he admits.
You hum. āMust be really aroused then.ā
His cock kicks at your words. If he doesnāt get you off of his lap in the next ten seconds heās going to cream his briefs.
Steve snaps the waistband of your panties against your skin. āTake these off.ā
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 heās 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 Steveās hard length sit heavy against the trail of hair on his tummy.Ā
Keeping your spot between his legs, you lean forward slightly, eyes level with the flushed head of his dick. Steveās stomach quivers in anticipation.
Your thumb swipes over a pearly bead of pre leaking from his slit. āWhatās this?ā you ask, voice sickeningly sweet.Ā
Steveās head rolls back against the headboard as a guttural groan claws up his throat. āJesus, baby, seriously?ā he whines.
You shrug indifferently. āThought you were the sex ed teacher. Youāre supposed to know this stuff.āĀ
Steve shivers as you smear the wetness around sloppily, your hand gripping his shaft as your thumb swirls around his tip teasingly.
āItās called pre-ejaculate,ā he grits out. āCan happen when youāre turned on. Itās normal.ā
āOh, good,ā you feign relief, āI was wondering.ā
Steve lets out a breathy, incredulous laugh. āFuckinā killing me.ā
You maintain eye contact while tracing the path down his girth that leads to a patch of coarse curls. āDoes every cock have a vein like this one?ā
Steve whimpers. Itās a needy, high-pitched pathetic sound, one that communicates how much youāre undoing him.Ā Ā
āGod," he stutters. āEverybodyās anatomy is different. āS not all gonna look the same.ā
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.
āI think I get to see the prettiest one. And the thickest,ā you marvel as you wrap your hand around his base, fingers barely meeting on the other side.Ā
Steve curses as you give him a squeeze. He doesnāt have time to catch his breath before youāre 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 Steveās thighs jump at the sensation.
āAnd these? They seem extra sensitive,ā you observe.
Steve takes in a sharp breath through his nose. āMy fuckinā balls,ā he groans, āand theyāre gonna spill my swimmers all over your hand if you donāt stop.āĀ
Got him. Anatomical terms be damned, Steve canāt take it anymore. Heās 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 doesnāt 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 Steveās ears as the tip of his length bumps against your clit.
Steveās eyes flutter shut as he feels your wetness coat his cock, his mouth hanging open around a moan. If he could speak, heād make some smart quip about vaginal lubrication, but he knows the words would get stuck in his throat.
You study Steveās face with relish and press a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose before whispering your biggest wish.Ā
āWant you to show me how babies are made, Mr. Harrington.ā
Youāre 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. āI thought youād never ask.ā
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 Steveās stubble scratches lightly across your neck. As much as you appreciate the repeat demonstration on erogenous zones, thereās another one between your legs thatās begging to be filled.
āSteve,ā 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. Heās quick to move, chasing the way you clench around him when he brushes against the spot that makes your eyes cross. Youāre both spun up, impossibly turned on, desperate and needy for each other.
āTaking me so well,ā Steve praises. āFuckinā made for me.ā
You tug at the roots of his hair in response, a small gasp leaving your mouth at his words. Itās confirmation enoughāSteve knows that youāre 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 youāre at, pushing you further and further towards cloud nine.
āDid I pass?ā Steve asks, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.
His question barely registers. Youāre on another planet of pleasure right now, cockdrunk and dumb over him.
āWhat?ā
Steve draws his hips back slowly. āYour quiz. Did I pass?ā
Your walls clench around him, a silent plea to move back in. āMmhmm,ā you moan in the affirmative. āMake me come on your cock and Iāll give you a gold star.ā
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. Youāre expertly taking every inch of him. Itās a feat, but he knows youāre good for it.
Your nails dot red marks onto Steveās freckled shoulders as your clit catches in his pubic hair. Luckily for you, Steveās 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 youāre about to start drooling. The only thing you can think about is Steve, senses overcome with sweet stimulation.Ā
āYāknow, Iām setting a bad example,ā Steve huffs between thrusts. āReally should be wearing a condom. The pull out method isnāt that effective,ā he rambles.
You whimper as you press him toward you further, legs hooking over his tailbone insistently. āMaybe I want you to put a baby in me, Steve.ā
Before you can blink heās got you in a mating press, practically folding you like a pretzel to drive his dick into you as deep as humanly possible. Steveās 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. Heās everywhere. Heās everything.
āYeah? Gonna fucking give it to you,ā he all but growls. āWant you full of my fucking come, baby.āĀ Ā
Itās not going to take long with the way youāre fluttering around his cock, layers of velvet covering him completely. Youāre right there with him, the band beneath your belly button threatening to snap with every thrust.
āNeed it,ā you encourage earnestly. āNeed you.ā
Steveās pace grows irregular and ragged, balls slapping wetly against your ass as he fucks into you fervently. Heās 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: āOh, fuck. Oh, shit. Oh, my fucking god.ā
āStevie?ā you manage to squeak out.
āYeah, honey?ā he responds.
Your eyelashes flutter against his cheek. āI love you.ā
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. Steveās muscles ripple as he uses every ounce of strength to not totally collapse into your frame. Heās babbling sincere statements against your sticky skin, repeating sweet "I love you"s like a promise.Ā
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 youāve 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 heās proving his love to you as you both ride out your highs.
Youāre still breathless as Steve slips out of you slowly, cock dripping with your slick and his spend. Itās 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.Ā
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.Ā
His voice is low with lust. āHow about another round for some extra credit?ā
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
tag for the lovely @ladyof-eregion :) hope you love it!
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