#stopper

Prompt list:

cottagecore, prom

cryptid, hospital

horror, princess

jock, pride parade

mall, after party

convention, punk

The alpha’s free hand ran over his chest, his thumb rolling over his tight buds and rumbling deep alpha pleasure right into Steve’s ear. He wasn’t able to stop himself from squirming, the need to have someone inside of him was insane, he thought he might die. Funny when they really could die down here, especially if they knotted. The thought made him grumble and he stuck his tongue out and licked Hopper’s palm.

Hopper only chuckled in his ear, his breath dusting over Steve’s scent glad. Already swollen with lust and need, the breath pushed a drop of oil from it, then Hopper’s mouth was there, sucking the skin and sending Steve wild.

Steve tapped Hopper’s arm, his hand lifted immediately. “Need.” he whined, gyrating his hips to accentuate his words.

“I know what you need, but you’ll get what I want.”

That sent a shiver down Steve’s entire body, his head tipping back to rest on Hopper’s shoulder. His brain almost melted as Hopper’s hand now slid down his body and teased at the waist of his jeans.

“Can smell your pussy from here.” The alpha moaned. His hand was clumsy as he undid Steve’s buttons and exposed him to the world.

Steve didn’t know if the scent of slick would be like blood to sharks down here where danger came from any direction. Was he really was fucked up because he wanted to find out?

Hopper’s fingers ghosted across Steve’s cocklet to slide through the slick that coated his thighs. “Gotta stay real quiet and real still. Got it?”

Steve’s head nodded frantically because if he didn’t have Hopper’s hand on him in the next second he was going to scream in frustration. Hopper’s skilled fingers finally gave him what he wanted, sliding through Steve’s soaked lips and circling his clit. His hips stuttered as he tried to hold back from arching into the touch and grinding himself on Hopper’s hand.

Hopper had barely touched Steve’s small omega cock, only a swipe of the heel of his hand and Steve came, shooting his useless come over the alpha’s hand. He felt Hopper still, as his cock kicked up behind him. Steve wanted to mewl and preen, but now wasn’t the time.

Hopper didn’t tease it out, there was a very real urgency here. They shouldn’t even be entertaining the idea of fucking in the upside down let alone actually doing it, yet here they were. Hopper’s fingers now curled inside his pussy touched his spot with constant and rhythmic intention. Steve was able to grind down onto the heel of Hopper's hand and shudder as his clit got so sensitive he was going to come again.

Steve couldn’t hold back, so soon after his last orgasm and he was right on the edge again. Hopper’s continuous touch, practised and driving Steve crazy. He was grateful for the hand over his mouth because his mind was a mess and he was a very loud lover.

His orgasm shot through him, almost lifting him off his feet as his back bowed. Steve felt like he was being held up by the hand that was still stroking him inside and out. The pleasure started turning to pain and Hopper seemed in no mind to stop and send him into over stimulation. Steve slapped Hopper’s hand repeatedly before he let up and gently cupped him as his body wound down.

Hopper gentled Steve with soft kisses to his nape and around to his scent gland. “Gonna take my hand off your mouth. Are you gonna be quiet for me?” Hopper asked quietly.

Steve confirmed with a stifled muffle and then his mouth was free and he let out a deep breath he’d been holding since he started to come. “Jesus Christ, Hop…” Steve gasped in a whisper. “That was-”

“Yeah.” Hopper agreed. “We need to get back, before we miss the run.”

He was right but that didn’t mean Steve wasn't going to whine about it. Logically he knew the sooner they were out of there the sooner he’d be able to sit on the alpha’s cock and rid him till his knot popped. But the stupid reckless omega inside Steve wanted more. Now.

Hopper could see right through him, took him by the arm and directed them to their vehicle. He tossed an old shirt at Steve to clean himself up and that act of dismissal brought up a shame that went start to his cocklet.