𓏵 𝙿𝙴𝙿𝚂𝙸𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃 𓏵

thinking about sexy kisses with steve harrington...

"hi baby," steve murmured as he stopped in front of you, his hands dropping to your waist.

you smiled at the action. "hi."

as your hands moved to cup his face, he pulled you impossibly closer.

steve bent his head down until his lips were just brushing yours.

"can i help you?" you asked, your head reeling from how close he was.

he didn't respond, only pecking your lips slowly.

his hands tightened on your waist as he went back in for more kisses.

you slid your hands into his hair while he walked you backwards.

when your back hit the wall, steve's lips began to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses across your neck.

your eyes fluttered shut as tiny whimpers began to fall from your lips.

with his lips still attached to your neck, he guided you to the bed.

his hands worked to take off your shirt as you sat on the edge of the bed.

when he finished, he quickly tugged his own shirt off and pushed you to lay down.

his onslaught of kisses continued as he hovered over you.

your hands trailed down his chest.

"fuck," you groaned, back arching off the bed as steve ground his hips into yours.

one of steve's hands found your waist, squeezing lightly before sliding further down your body.

"this okay?" he asks, hand fiddling with the waistband of your pants.

you nod, your smile growing. "mhm."

"good," he replies, his hand dipping lower. "because we're just getting started."

18+ MDNI OR I WILL THROW WET CEMENT AT YOU !! ⚠️

Well…kinda…

Obsessed seems like more of the right word. Worship kinda gives…softer? And even though Matt wants to be soft with Honey, he’d never let himself (because he refuses to claim he’s caught feelings…he’s a dork for that)

But he’ll 100% try to peel her top off & suck her tits into his mouth at any given moment

“Matt! You’re gonna stretch out my shirttt!”

And he’s fully blissed-out, one tit in his mouth, the other hiding in his palm

“Don’t care,” he mutters against you, not even bothered enough to pull away, “-stop movin’ or I’ll bite ya, hun. Y’know I will.”

And well…you do know…

(Let’s just imagine he’s holding you instead of the pillow)

“Chris, you’re drooling on my neck!”

“Shhhh, stop moving. -‘m comfy.”

And you try to wiggle out of his hold…emphasis on ~ try ~

“I need my cuddles…’m serious. If you don’t stay still I’m gonna just lay on top of you.”

“Chris— but I need to—UMPF!”

Yeah…he was not kidding…

He’s now laying on top of you, practically suffocating you with his weight pressing you into the mattress.

And you should be mad. But as soon as he starts kissing into your still slimey neck from his drool…

“You’re making out with your own drool, you weirdo!”

“Mmm…don’t care.” Kiss. “I wanna love you up, deal with it.”