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Your boyfriend stood tall in the kitchen area, still dressed in his long-sleeved khaki uniform.

“Unbelieveable!” You huffed at him, tossing the mail onto the table with a firm splat. Hopper’s light expression fell into a frown.

“You said you weren’t taking the job—

“Can we—“ he tried to interject, pinching the upper bridge of his nose and wincing his eyes shut.

”You said you weren’t taking this job in Montauk and yet here’s the letter saying you took the job. Am I speaking a different language here?

“Look, will you let me—“

“No. No, no, we discussed this. You said you weren’t going to make a decision without letting me know first. But then you still went and accepted it. Right? Right?!” After staring at each other, you rolled your eyes in frustration and stomped off to the bedroom. Hopper trailed after you. One of his hands gripped the wooden door frame with a thump.

“Can we just talk? Will you let me explain?” His voice was a bit louder.

”I guess. It’s not like you care about me anyway.” You rummaged through the top drawer of the wooden dresser. “I thought you were serious about us.”

“That’s enough.” He grabbed your forearm and spun you toward him. His eyes glowered. “I got the phone call from the island yesterday. Yeah, I said yes. But the district head over there is an old colleague of mine from New York. They said I could change my mind.” Hopper’s grip loosened. Jaw remained tight and clenched.

“Change your mind? Like if you turned down the beach gig and thought ‘hey I’m going to stay with this chick in Indiana instead’ but of course why would you do that?”

“Because I don’t want to stay with you in Indiana.” Hopper shoved a small pinewood box into your hands.

“What’s this?” You breathed, knowing the answer but still spinning with emotion. Sure enough, prying the hinge revealed a delicate, sparkling diamond ring. “I don’t— I mean…” Your eyes were about the size of

Hopper took the ring box from your grasp and looked down at it as he spoke. His voice was low, no longer fiery. Almost somber.

”I would never take that job unless you come with me. I was wrong about the payroll too, it’s a lot more than what I make now. More than enough for both of us. Two kids.”

The man’s eyes finally met yours. They said more words that you couldn’t hear physically, but your heart understood. The ring box snapped closed.

“Hop. I’m sorry I blew up at you…I don’t know what else to say.”

Hopper leaned right over you, pressing against you as he placed the ring somewhere atop the dresser.

”Don’t say anything, then.” One more look at his big blue eyes and you fell into him. His arms wrapped around you as he kissed you with passion. Your lips let a small moan buzz his mouth. His hips nudged you to the wood of the dresser. The rough bulge of his pants became more obvious as he eagerly rutted against your jeans.

“I’m sorry. I love you,” you breathed between kisses.

”I love you,” Hopper whispered in return, “forever if you’d let me.” It wasn’t long until the denim hit the floor. Then the rest of your clothing. Hopper caressed the cool skin of your body as he pinned you underneath him. You impatiently bucked your pelvis, wanting him to take you right then. He didn’t take the cue, and instead slid down to his knees beside the bed. With one swift pull, he brought your thighs around his ears.

All he had to do was swipe his pink tongue against your warm folds and suddenly your thoughts melted into pleasure. The soft, overgrown stubble of his jaw became covered in you as he ate. He took his time licking up and down, zigzagging his tongue and making you squirm as he occasionally suckled at your clit. Your hands hopelessly grasped at the quilted bedding beneath you before playing with Hopper’s fine, brown hair. He briefly pulled away from your slit.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking horny aren’t you?” he teased, drooling down onto your hot little pussy. The sight made you tingle with desire. You squirmed more fervently as he inserted two fingers into your entrance, pushing around. Stretching. His opposite hand tightened its grip on your thigh to keep you in place. He knew what made your eyes roll back and what made you pant and beg like a whore. His whore. The Chief’s eyes focused on how your face contorted like a living painting.

“Aw, are you gonna cum for me?” His motions became more forceful, consistently flicking in the spot that seemed to make you involuntarily writhe the most. “Cum for me,” he ordered as he dipped his mouth once more to suck on your puffy clit. The finger fucking felt so good, you nearly forgot about the how the main course was about to feel. Hopper hummed against your flesh in satisfaction as you orgasmed. Your eyes struggled to stay open as you whined through it. He wiped his scruff, watching your soft belly rise and fall with your staccato breathing. Hair a mess from your hands tussling through it.

“You have such a pretty pussy.” he admired, hand stroking his leaking cock. More kisses were trailed on your thighs and breasts as he mounted you. Heavy. Hot. Eager erection rubbing against your dripping wet gates. He just barely pushed in before pulling away.

“Please,” you whined.

“Please, what?”

”Fuck me.”

He obliged. Pressing you down with thick thighs, he welcomes your legs as they wrap around and draw him closer. Even with your pre-stretched hole, his cock has to bully its way inside. Girth pushing against your tight walls. Your breath is a light breeze on his chest, occasionally blowing over his neck as you moan louder and louder. Your legs tightened, as if to trap him. You’d let him spill into your womb and breed you if he asked. Here in Hawkins, or in some quaint home in Montauk. Hopper was not always the most vocal during lovemaking, but this evening he was breathing hard and heavy. His cock pushed as deep as he could manage, and he was gasping whispered obscenities as you gripped his shaft. In and out, in and out. Time melted away.