OKAY babe i really, really, really need dbf!hopper + somno... like, either he's staying at your place for the night or you're on vacation with him and he's tagged along with your family or whatever, idc i just need to go to sleep in a pretty little set of pajamas and purposefully sleep all spread out so that he can sneak in and absolutely destroy me, and then leave me with a kiss on the forehead like he hasn't just cum inside of me <3 waking up and knowing he took you up on your offer and sharing a little smile with him over breakfast !!! please tell me you see the appeal <3
of COURSE i see the appeal bbg - we are the same.
the irony that takes precedence over all, is the fact that this matching set was but a gift from your parents, neatly gift wrapped with a matching bow as a tiny present for your birthday just a year prior. its pink satin is dotted with miniature hearts spaced neatly over its canvas, its v-neck tank and skimpy shorts perfect for the warm weather that seems to plague your little cabin at the edge of indiana.
its three bedrooms are perfect for your night in, hopper's room adjacent to your own whilst your parents' is about 20 feet at the other end of the hallway. your door is left open but a crack, allowing the cheap air conditioning to filter properly throughout its room while you lay sprawled out on the bed, limbs dewy with perspiration.
hopper's heavy footsteps force angry creaks out of the old floorboards when he steps into your bedroom, hands already easing the door shut behind him with a quiet click. he runs a hand over the scruff of his jaw, stepping as quietly as he can around the perimeter of the bed frame, to clasp his free hand over the bulge of your calf.
he squeezes softly at the flesh before inching higher, calloused fingertips leaving a juxtaposed delicate whisper in their wake. he pushes away the shimmery satin to reveal your pussy, lips glistening with aroused slick, and his cock hardens behind his decades-old joggers.
with a weak groan, he's easing up onto the creaky mattress, hands delving under the waistband of the thick fabric and easing his swollen cock from its confines. "atta girl," he whispers to himself, his tense exhilaration allowing him to forgo the embarrassment of it all. "just like that, sweetheart,"
it should feel wrong, the way he nearly cums without a second thought, balls tightening willfully at the way your cunt is so warm around him, squeezing so delicately at the puffy cock that kisses at your cervix.
he should feel even worse when he pulls out, shaft drenched in your shared spend, watching as beads of his cum bead and then seep out from your weepy hole. he tucks himself back into his pants, draping himself over your body to mesh a searing kiss against your temple before draping your sheets back over your body.
the following morning, he's the last to clunk down the steps, faded t-shirt ripped at his collarbone as he scratches there in his descent, mouth quirking up into a small smile when he sees your parents, and then you. "g'morning," his voice is incredibly gruff with fatigue when he accepts the coffee being handed over from your mother, walking behind you to find his seat in front of the window, free hand scratching softly at the top of your head.
your thighs press firmer together, attempting to keep each last drop of his semen inside until you're forced to shower and eradicate the evidence of last night's debacles. hopper glances of your shoulder to assure your parents are distracted before he flashes a wink, squeezing at your hand that rests beside your fork. "good job, sweetheart," he whispers before hiding his smile behind the rim of his mug. "you were real good."
ask #2!! dbf!hopper <3 dbf!hopper who can't help but keep an eye on you throughout town, maybe you're busted at a party for smoking weed and he drives you back to his place in the patrol car, lectures you about how you're not supposed to be doing that, and he can't just get you out of everything 'cause he's friends with your dad. and you're like yeah lol i know but can you get me out of this if i suck your dick? and he's like well now that's a different story...
the gears click as he shoves the gearshift into park before his fingers drift over to the key, shutting off the rumbling engine of the truck. your father's asleep - already lost to dreamland and far too deep into it to have noticed the once-shining headlights of the vehicle. "it wasn't even that much." you crack open the visor and flip up the mirror's protective latch, smearing away the eyeliner that's now smudged underneath your eye.
hopper scoffs, running his hand over the scruff that clings to his jaw, head shaking with the effort. "not what i saw, sweetheart." he motions toward the door. "c'mon, out you go. i'll talk to your dad in the morning.. no use waking him up now."
but you're flashing those eyes at him, one that hardens his cock behind the zipper of his uniform's pants, turning onto your knees so that your forearms brace your weight on the center console. "oh please hop...he'll kill me. you know he will."
he glances over at you, weaving his fingers in his hair before his head lolls back, a long sigh rolling off his tongue. "y'know i can't keep doin' this for y'kid. just because i'm your dad's friend doesn't mean you get to get out of everything."
you blink dopily at him, lip spilling out in a pout. "what.. what if i gave you a blowie for it? just like last time?" you don't know if it's the marijuana in your system or the way his thighs look in his pants, but the words are coming out before you can grab them and shove them back down your throat.
hopper immediately clears his throat, eyebrows shooting up with surprise. he adjusts his position in his seat - cock painfully hard at this point. "well uh.. well you know that's a different story then, kid. i'm.. i'm sure we can work something out, no?"
you nod, overjoyed, reaching over to help as his fingers fumble with his belt buckle, pulling it loose from its metal cage and then watching as he pulls the thick girth from his boxers, groaning at the feeling. "promise i've got better." you preen, draping yourself over the console, the gearshift prodding at your right hip.
"yeah?" he chortles, pulling at the lever to lean the back of the seat further back, giving you some more space. "show me, then, princess. go on."
taking the weeping head into your mouth, his pre oozes over the flat of your tongue, and you groan around the circumference of him, shifting so that a heel presses into your pulsating cunt. he presses a warning hand against the back of your head, limiting your range of movement with a satisfied hum. "there we go baby... just like i taught you.."
