#the tongue that launched a thousand smut blurbs

[sherifftillman]

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Chrissy Cunningham (cheerscoops | harringham)

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: god, how do people write blurbs less than a thousand words??

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Chrissy giggles, “What’s that word the boys use, again? When they’re talking about - oh yeah, you’re simping!”

“Oh, I’m simping?” Steve looks at her with a disbelieving smile. “For telling my friend who doesn’t believe how hot she is that I’ve always thought she’s pretty?” She nods, pulling her ponytail around to hide her smile in the ends of her hair, and he sits up on Chrissy’s bed, folding his arms. “And if Robin were in the room still, and she were to agree with me, would you call her a simp?”

“That’s different, and you know it,” Chrissy pouts. Of course, he knows it most likely isn't, but he supposes Chrissy’s newfound friendship with his best friend is still quite fresh; either she doesn't know, or she doesn't know that Steve knows, and both things are better off being explained by Robin herself. “You’re the one waiting until it’s just us two in a bedroom, all alone, to start sweet-talking me," Chrissy grins, her tongue poking out of her teeth just a little.

Steve cocks his head and narrows his eyes. “Sorry, just remind me a second. Who was the one who started making all those comments about how long their dry spell’s been? And how awful dating’s been for them? Just asking for someone to tell them how bullshit that is? Because I don’t think that was me, somehow.”

Chrissy’s cheeks turn crimson as she shrinks down bashfully. “Well, yeah, y’know, I just thought, I’ve not heard much of your dating life, either. And, seeing as you decided to tag along with Robin today, and you’re still here, it’s probably safe to say you’ve not exactly got someone waiting up for you.”

“Okay, ouch,” Steve puts his hand to his chest, making Chrissy laugh again. “Your deflection onto me speaks volumes.”

“Oh, yeah?” she asks, shuffling closer to sit cross-legged in front of him. “And what am I deflecting, then?”

He leans into his cocked head further, using his arm to hold his balance against the bed. “You’re obviously touch-starved. Probably have been for a while, right?” She says nothing, chewing her lip, and he grins. “Yeah, ’s what I thought. You know, if you wanted some help with that, all you had to do was ask.”

She shakes her head, “You don’t have to just because you’ve figured that out, you know.”

“Who said that that’s why I’m offering?” he asks, a low purr obvious in his tone. “Full cards on the table, I… Don’t wanna do anything that’ll make things awkward between you and Rob, but if you were down, I’d…” He looks at her to gauge her reaction, and she looks at him encouragingly. “Shit, I’d fucking love to eat you out, if you want.”

Despite her basically coaxing the words out of him, Chrissy’s eyes still widen at his candour. “You - you would?”

“Sure,” he shrugs. “I love doing it, we’ve established that I think you’re incredibly hot, and something tells me the company you’ve been keeping has been awful neglectful in that area.”

“...You didn’t say incredibly last time,” Chrissy blushes with a small smile.

Steve breathes out a laugh through his nose as he smiles wider. “And it’s more than that. You obviously care a lot about people. You certainly don’t give yourself enough credit. And you’ve been so good about me always tagging along with Robin, even though she’s the one you started out being friends with. I really value our friendship too, y’know.” He reaches out to hold her hand. “And this doesn’t even need to be anything more than just a favour between friends, alright? You don’t even have to do anything back, or we don’t even have to do anything at all, we can ju-”

Chrissy interrupts him by practically launching herself at him, crawling over and clambering into his lap as their lips connect. The kiss is slow and passionate as she grinds herself against him. She pulls away just as slowly, looking up into his eyes and smiling coyly, “That what you wanted?”

“It’s a start,” he smirks back. “Your lips are so fucking soft, but… I’m a greedy boy,” he scrunches his nose up as he moves her ponytail to one side, leaving the other totally free for him to lean in and start kissing her neck. His lips trail further down, and her breath hitches at one particular soft spot. He chuckles against it, “Want a little souvenir of tonight?” Chrissy whines out an mm-hm and Steve sucks a neat purple bruise against her supple skin.

“God, Steve, please,” she whimpers, and he leans back to look up at her. “I need you there, now,” she whines, slipping over to straddle his thigh to jut against it even faster.

Steve bites back a moan, “Ah, but we’re so doing more of this another time, right? ’Cause that is unbelievably hot.” She nods with a giggle, and he places his hands on her hips, pushing her up to lift her off of him to practically throw her against the bed. “Now how’s about you show me how pretty that underwear you’re wearing looks, hm?”

“As long as you show me yours,” Chrisy counters with a soft smirk, and Steve laughs.

“I’m afraid my lacy number’s in the washer for now,” he jokes, and Chrissy giggles as she pulls her shirt off, watching him do the same. It’s only when she’s shimmying her shorts down, and she finally looks down at herself, that she starts to freeze up. Steve knows that look she’s giving herself all too well; he’d looked at himself in the same way throughout his swim team career. “Hey, hey, eyes up here, on me,” he commands in a soothing tone. She finally tears her eyes away from herself to look at him, and he smiles softly. “No need to be shy, or anything like that, alright? You don’t need to worry about… Fuck, I’m sorry, you look sexy as all hell right now,” he admits with a soft laugh and a shake of the head. “That’s a real cute colour on you. Just makes me wanna make you feel good all the more. Still want me to do that?” he asks, and she nods. “Gonna need more than that this time,” he coaxes, and she swallows, nodding again.

“Y-Yes, I do. Sorry,” she starts sadly, looking doe-eyed up at him, but Steve lays down next to her, getting eye level.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he soothes. “I’m honoured you trust me with this. It must be tough to be comfortable with something like this, right?” She nods meekly, and he strokes her cheek. “Just focus on being here with me, alright? I’m here to make you feel good, remember? That means feeling safe and comfortable, too.”

She nods, “I… I do. I feel… Safe. With you.”

A wide, genuine smile spreads across his face. “I wanna kiss your tummy, and your thighs. Is that okay?” She takes a deep breath in before nodding, and he pushes her bangs up to kiss her forehead with a soft, “Thank you,” before sinking lower. Peppering kisses all over her torso, he purrs, “Mmm, your tummy’s so cute, so sexy.”

Chrissy makes an unintelligible sound and Steve looks up to gauge her reaction. “’S not… It’s got all marks and stuff on it…”

“So what? I don’t care,” he shakes his head. “Stretch marks? Moles? I got those, too. I promise you, to me, your body’s perfect. And the sounds you make? Even more. Just focus on sounding good for me, yeah?” He moves lower, pushing her thighs apart and kissing them. He presses his finger against the thin fabric of her panties and groans, “Fuck, so wet for me, already?” She whines and he reaches further up to hold the elastic. “I don’t think I can last a second longer, I want to taste you so bad, will you let me?”

She lifts her hips in response and he’s quick to pull her underwear off. “Never would’ve thought… King Steve’d be begging between my legs,” she giggles half-nervously.

“Who wouldn’t be jumping through hoops to get here, huh?” he asks. “Wanna just… Bury my face here until you’re begging me to cum - shit, until I am,”he groans, and Chrissy whines, her hips squirming. Steve smirks, “You like the thought of that, huh? Want me moaning into this sweet cunt of yours until I nearly cum?” She moans, gripping the sheets, and finally Steve gives into temptation.

His tongue traces a path between her lower lips before totally devouring her. As she writhes against him, she moans, peppering the occasional, “Steve,” “right there,” and “god, please don’t stop.”

He hums against her, “I don’t plan on stopping, baby, not ever, god, I could spend all day and night down here. Just use my face, grind against it all you want, just use me to get off.”

Something burns deep within Chrissy’s core. More than she’d ever felt before. Having Steve Harrington in a total submissive puddle beneath her makes her feel good, makes her feel powerful. “S’close, Steve… Please, need your fingers, too.”

Steve wasn’t sure he could get any more turned on, but Chrissy taking charge and giving him orders proves that so very wrong. He wraps his lips around her clit, suckling as he buries his fingers deep inside her. “Like that, baby?” He coos, and she whines. “Yeah, feels good, doesn’t it? Thinking about how much better it’ll feel to have my cock buried in you, too?” he asks, and he feels her clench around him. “Oh, you’re almost there, aren’t you? C’mon, baby, let yourself feel good. C’mon, make a total mess of my face.” He presses his mouth against her yet again, and she reaches down to grab his hair, pressing his head even closer to her as she finally finds her sweet release, drenching Steve’s blissed-out face.

When he’s finally not too dazed to, he moves back up to lay next to her again, and Chrissy immediately rolls over to start kissing him. “That was everything,” she whispers against his lips. “Thank you.”

He reaches up to pat her head affectionately. “Any time. Literally, whenever you want, name a time and place.”

She laughs, curling up into him. “You’ve tuckered me out, Harrington. But I feel bad…” She reaches down to play with the waistband of his boxers, but Steve reaches for her wrist and takes her hand in his.

“Don’t sweat it, this was about you, remember? And honestly, you’re not the only tired one after that, I’d probably be useless, anyway,” he chuckles.

“Well…” She plays her fingers between his. “My parents are staying over at a spa tonight… And my brother’s at a sleepover, so I’m in this big ol’ house all by myself…”

Steve pouts, “Oh, we can’t possibly let that happen! Guess I better keep you safe, right here in this bed, all night long, huh?”

She grins, “Sounds good to me. A lot can happen in a night, you know.”

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