Ahoy, Ladies.

Your head hung dangerously close to the paper on the desk, your eyes focused. Lower lip pinned back by your teeth as you wrote line after line. It had been over an hour of nonstop writing as you neared the long awaited end of your final essay.

After graduating high school, you had no intention of jumping right into college. You took two years to freely enjoy your life, nothing held you down. Once you felt like enough life experiences had been had, you enrolled in a community college thirty minutes from your home town of Hawkins, Indiana.

Six years had passed since you graduated high school. You settled with a business degree and now, in your senior year, the final semester of your senior year, the finish line was within sight.

A loud, dramatic sigh was heard from directly behind you. The noise caused you to jump slightly. The intense focus you had been caught up in caused you to forget that your boyfriend, Jim Hopper, was existing in the same room.

How you ended up dating the Chief of Hawkins was a story about as complex as the multi page essay you were writing. Age gap and being a college student aside, you two were happy. Sure, it was the talk of the town when the two of you made it “official”, but it was better than hiding it forever.

The slight squeak of the Lazy Boy chair followed by Hopper’s heavy footsteps pulled you from your work. You blinked a couple times to regain focus and continued to write.

“Almost done?” Hopper asked, standing next to the table, scanning the multiple completed papers that were scattered around you.

“I think I have about two more pages.” You answered with a nod.

That was clearly not the answer Hopper wanted to hear based on the low grumble that emanated from his throat. “You really gonna get graded on all of this? Who has time to read every sentence anyway?”

“Yes, Hopper, I am. And believe me the professor will read everything. That’s why I have to make sure it’s perfect. Now shoo, I need to finish.”

You waved your right hand in dismissal. When he didn’t budge you sat back against your chair and looked up at him. His eyes were dark and slightly hooded as he gazed down at you. The expression caused your stomach to knot and cheeks to flush a rosey pink. You knew this expression. It’s one you fantasize about the most, the one you wish to always see on his face. Once Hopper had that look in his eye, there was nothing that would shake it till he got what he wanted which was you.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You answered, although that statement was far from the truth.

“Like what?” Hopper’s voice was deeper, thick with desire as he leaned his weight against the table.

“Like that. As if I don’t know what you’re thinking. I really need to get this paper done, Hop.”

There was a tense moment of silence that filled the room. You did your best to ignore the feeling of having Hopper’s eyes fixated on you as you resumed your writing. Your heart beat quickened, thinking about the things you could be doing with him if this damn paper wasn’t due in the morning.

“You’ve been working on that paper long enough. I think you need a break.” His words were like butter, smooth, rich with want and desire.

Hopper gently brushed back some of your hair as you desperately tried to focus on the paper. Eyes fixated on the blank spot next to your last written word, pencil in hand, yet you couldn’t physically get yourself to write. You had become completely distracted.

Hopper knew this. A sly smirk spread across his lips as he traced his hand along your back and down to your waist. Playing with the fabric of your shorts, he had hoped you’d give in at that point. Much to his dismay, you still had your eyes on the paper in front of you.

“I’ve been stressing over this paper for days. It’s due tomorrow, I have to finish it now.” You made one final attempt to thwart his efforts.

“You can take a little break sweetheart, I hate seeing you so stressed.” Hopper countered, hand still playing with the fabric of your shorts.

The man didn’t even need to physically come close to the space between your legs for it to start throbbing for him. Sometimes you hated how much you yearned for him.

With his desire at an all time high but earning none of your attention in return, Hopper decided to take matters into his own hands.

Placing his left hand on the back of your chair, Hopper forcefully tipped it back so you were leaning at an angle. The sudden shift in the way you sat caused you to gasp and drop your pencil. Hopper leaned down, crashing his lips against yours.

“Hop-“ you managed, the words getting swallowed by the kiss, you didn’t mind.

Your lips moved with Hopper’s with a sense of urgency and determination. His right hand drifted upward, snaking under your oversized tshirt and giving your braless chest a gentle squeeze. You hummed against his lips in response to his touch. The final essay had all but been forgotten by now.

“I think you need that break now.” Hopper muttered against your lips.

"I think you're right." you breathed.

In a sequence of quick movements fueled by searing hot passion, Hopper had you flat out on the couch as he thrusted his cock into you. You moaned into a small decorative pillow that cushioned your face.

Hopper placed one hand flat against the small of your back, pushing you down against the scratchy fabric of the old sofa. Your right leg dangled off the couch, the other leg bent, knee pressed deeply into the sofa as Hopper leaned into your lower half to drive himself deeper into your tight cavern.

"Holy shit..." you muttered, the words barely forming from the amount of pleasure that flooded your mind.

The man knew exactly the right spots to hit. Every angle and every stroke was purposeful. He knew your body literally inside and out.

"How's that baby?" Hopper asked, his voice strained slightly from breathing heavy as he continued the quick pace he set the moment he entered you.

"Amazing." you said barely above a whisper.

Hopper removed his right hand off your back, instead gripping your hair and pulling back just enough to lift your head off the pillow. The very action of him taking a fistful of your hair was nearly enough to send you completely over the edge.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear that, what did you say?" the man's voice was low, thick with desire as he spoke.

"It's fucking amazing." you said louder, a moan chasing the statement.

"That's what I thought."

You couldn't see his face but you could tell he sported a satisfied smirk on his lips.

The thought of his facial expression was quickly interrupted with the tingling sensation that rapidly built up inside you. Your legs quivered at the sensation and it caused you to suck in a large amount of air.

"Hop, I'm- I'm gonna cum." your voice wavered, the pleasure was almost too intense to speak.

Your boyfriend didn't answer. Instead, Hopper let go of your hair, placing both of his hands on the arm of the couch directly in front of you. His hips pressed against your bare ass, the position caused each stroke to now hit deeper than before.

"Hopper!" you squeaked, the peak of your orgasm being reached causing you to desperately grip his arms as your walls fluttered around his cock.

Your orgasm prompted Hopper to reach his own. The man groaned a few times as he filled you completely, taking his weight off you and sitting up slightly. The two of you panted heavily, no words were spoken for a minute. It was a mutual satisfaction over the events that had just transpired.

A sharp smack to your left ass cheek caused you to jolt slightly and giggle. Hopper pulled himself out of you and rose to his feet.

"How was that for a break from your paper?"

You turned onto your side, meeting Hopper's gaze. The eye contact caused both of you to smile at one another.

"It was just the mental break I needed, thank you." you replied.

"Go on, get back to work, just don't over exert yourself alright?" Hopper pulled his jeans back on as he spoke.

You're lucky the back windows of Jim's squad car are tinted, because if anyone looked through them, you'd be in trouble. You're pretty sure that cops can only pull over into 'no parking' zones for legal emergencies, not to sit in the backseat and finger a girl's clit while she rides their dick.

Even if it's wrong, it feels fantastic. His thumb is large and rough, but its touch is gentle, pressing against your clit as his other hand rests against your waist.

"I'm so proud of you," He hums, bumping his nose against your cheek as you slump your face into his. It's screwed up in a barely-withheld whimper, and he kisses your top lip as you try biting the bottom one to keep quiet.

"You remembered my number and everything, you did exactly what you were supposed to."

"I was scared," You admit, grinding your hips impossibly downwards to drive his dick further into your cunt, wet and starting to contract, "I- I didn't know how I was gonna get home, 'cause my friend got drunk, and I didn't wanna ask any of the guys there, because-"

"That's good," He croons, "Boys your age only want one thing."

You don't bother pointing out the irony of his statement, because he smashes your lips into a kiss that prevents you from speaking. With one flick of his tongue against your bottom lip he increases the pressure he's holding against your clit, and a deep groan floods your mouth. Your accompanying whimper as your orgasm crests makes his dick twitch, but what really makes him bust is the way that your cunt convulses around him.

He's lucky you're on the pill, because nothing can ever come close to the way it feels to paint your insides with his cum. It's territorial and animalistic, and he furthers the feeling by nipping at your bottom lip. The way that you clench in response is purposeful, your cunt squeezing his cock like a vice.

"Shit," He groans, his lips spit-soaked as you try chasing him in a messy kiss when he breaks away. Your head slumps against his shoulder, lips ghosting over his neck as you mouth desperately at his sweat-beaded skin.

"I'm taking you home," He pants, landing a quick, affectionate pat to your ass, "Your dad'll lose his shit if he knows you were out this late, and El's sleeping over at a friend's for the night."

"Her bed is comfy," You recall, remembering the time you'd napped there during a board game-themed all-nighter that had only actually lasted until 2AM, "Thanks, Hop."

"I baked us muffins," You inform him, taking the box from his hands and watching him toe off his muddy work shoes by the door, "They're blueberry, but I added that topping over them that you liked last time on the banana ones. It's a little sticky, and kinda clumpy, but it tastes the same!"

He nods through your ramble, eyes lighting up at not only the prospect of muffins but of the special crumble you lay over top. He ushers you into the kitchen, but when you reach for the lid of the pizza box he sets a hand on your waist.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he pats the breast pocket of his jacket, and you visibly brighten.

"Oh! Oh," You gush, reaching eagerly for the bag that he hands you, crinkly plastic and purple-tinted, "Thank you, honey."

Your nails pry at the tissue paper that's wrapping whatever present you've gotten, and when you rip the tape away it reveals two barrettes, one pink and one blue. they're beaded, shimmery under the light, and they'll look adorable tucked into your hair.

"Hop," You gush, surging forwards to face-plant into his chest, "I love them! I can use them to twist my hair back like I've been doing lately."

"I know," He nods, leaning forwards to bump his nose into your own, his eyes crinkled at the corners with a smile, "That's why I bought them. I know the pins haven't been holding it."

You'd stolen two worn-out, dented bobby pins from Jim's nightstand, that you're fairly certain he'd used to pick locks with. It concerned you, but he hasn't asked for them back, so you're sure his lock-picking days are behind him.

"Put 'em in!" You urge him, unclipping the barrettes from the card they're on and dumping them into his large, rough hand, "You know how to do it, right?"

"I know how to pull your hair back," He scoffs, sticking one clip between his teeth so that his words muffle as he uses his hands to twist a chunk of your hair away from your face. He pulls it back and secures it with the clip, a snap letting you know it won't fall out.

"Perfect," He praises you (though you think it might be aimed at himself), and pops a kiss to the metal clip.

Your smile is infectious as he uses the other clip on the opposite side of your head, thick fingers twisting your delicate hair carefully. When it's pinned he kisses that side, too, and backs away to look at you head-on.

He smiles, but it's strange. It doesn't fade, per se, but the look in his eyes shifts, and your gut churns with nerves when they seem to be sad.

"Hop?" You tilt your head, watching him try and fail to focus on you instead of whatever's happening in his head, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," He nods, pressing a mediocre kiss to your cheek as he rushes for the pizza box behind you, "Yeah, sweetheart. You look real pretty. Let's eat, okay?"

He plates his pizza in silence, so you do too. But it's strange, because he always complains about the cheese not being gooey when he pulls slices apart, and there's not a peep out of him today. Just a downcast glance that tracks his feet all the way to the couch. He typically spreads out, eager to relax after a day of work, but he sits proper, plate on his lap and eyes on the tv.

You reach down to flick it on when you pass, and you sit closer to his side than you normally would. You feel his thigh tense up against your own, and you frown, glancing over at him.

"Jim," You croon, setting your hand cautiously against his thigh, "Are you okay? The truth this time, please."

"Yeah, honey, I.. I don't know." He shakes his head slightly, blinking rapidly and sighing, "It's fine, really. I like your clips, sweetheart, they look good."

He goes to take another bite of pizza, but you pull it out of his hands just before he can. It means that his teeth clack together instead of meeting the bread, and he looks bewilderedly at you, hand still outstretched.

"Hey," He frowns, "That's my pizza."

"I know it's your pizza," You plop it back onto the plate, setting it on the coffee table and taking its place in his lap, "It'll still be your pizza when you tell me what's bothering you."

He sighs again, and this time you feel it where your hands are braced on his belly. You smooth your hands over it, tracing your thumbs from the dip of his navel out to his sides.

"Tell me, Jim," You plead, "I'm worried about you."

He looks at you for a moment, head-on, eye to eye and face to face, and breaks. He murmurs a gruff 'fuck,' under his breath, head drooping down so that his chin meets his chest.

"Jim," You whine, tucking your fingers under his chin and lifting it so that he can't avoid your eyes, "Just tell me, honey. I need to know."

"You are.." He pauses, cupping your cheek and smiling sadly at you, "Gorgeous. You know that?"

"You tell me all the time," You promise him, shimmying your hips slightly to press your tummy further into his, "What's that got to do with anything?"

"I think you're too gorgeous for me. And sweet, and nice, and perfect. I'm a plain old man," He gestures to himself, his beige uniform and scruffy stubble, "That's it."

"You're not a plain old man," You chide him, pinching at the pudge of his belly, "You're the man I love. You know that, don't you? That I love you."

"I'd like to think so," His smile stays sad, "I just can't think of a reason you would."

"Well because- because you're.. you! Jim," Your brows furrow and you lean closer, nose-to-nose, "I love you because of who you are. Not because of any one specific reason, the reason is just you. I love you, Jim Hopper."

His hand cups the back of your neck and pushes you forwards. It's not a kiss, but your lips meet, as do your foreheads as your noses smush together.

"You're too good to me," He murmurs, his voice slightly raspy.

"No," You protest, pecking his lower lip in a sweet smooch, "I could never be too good to you. 'Cause you deserve the best."

"You are cheesy today," He chuckles, but you know it's not an insult as much as it is an observation, "Did those muffins have extra sugar in them? Something's got you all sweet."

"It's you," You grin, knocking your nose into his once more and digging your hands into the soft chub of his belly, "I'm glad you're home. I missed you all day, I wanted to call you a bunch but I didn't wanna bother you."

"You wouldn't bother me," He promises, smoothing a hand down your back, "But it's probably not good to hold up the line at the police station."

"Yeah," You hum sadly, and lean down to tuck your face over his shoulder in a much-needed hug, "It's better when El's here. She keeps me company."

"Speaking of," He glances at the clock, patting your back gently, "We need to go get her soon. Max's mom said she can't stay another night, she's got chores to do."

"Finish your pizza," You clamber off of his lap and rush for your own plate, "Because before she comes back, you're going to make me happy scream."

"Oh, yeah?" He laughs as you settle yourself back against him on the couch, attention finally turned to the television, "We should brush our teeth first, then. I'm not kissing pizza breath."

but but but but but consider: he works in a semi-public setting so people are gonna notice someone sitting on his lap all the time, so you sit under the desk and cockwarm him with your mouth

--

Drool has long since begun to drip from your mouth, seeping out between your lips and staining the fabric of your jeans. Your eyes grow heavy as your tongue bobs against the underside of Jim's cock, suckling steadily on his sex.

You have to keep quiet only because there's someone on the other side of the desk, otherwise you'd be licking and sucking and choking on Jim's cock. He's not technically supposed to have you there, but you'd begged with shiny eyes to come in with him today, and as hard as he tries, he can't say no to you.

"You'll have to take territory disputes to court," Jim drawls, exasperation leaking into his tone. He's trying his hardest to stay polite, but the person he's talking to is just not getting it.

"But it's my fence, too. That's not something that a court has to decide, it's already decided 'cause it's in my fuckin' backyard!"

"Don't swear at me," Jim's voice turns sharp, and more drool pools under your tongue. There's something so arousing about his authority, even when it's not directed at you.

"I'm telling you that there's nothing the police can do. What, do you want us to repaint it for you? Arrest him for choosing the color blue?"

"I want you to do your job!" The man insists, and Jim's hips shift. HIs cock slips further into your mouth, nearly curving down your throat, and you can feel how tense the muscles in his thighs are. You know he's angry, you know he'll blow if you don't stop him, so you reach up, slipping your hand through the zipper of his uniform pants and cupping his balls.

You pull back to lick gently over the head of his cock, then suckle gently around it. With your hand you massage his balls, kneading and stroking the flesh amidst the patch of wiry brown hair there.

You feel him freeze up, gears turning in his brain with whether or not he wants to shout. Then he eases back into his seat, throwing a hand into his lap that doesn't look suspicious to the man he's speaking with.

"My job is to uphold the law." Jim speaks with a low, patient tone now, and he takes the hand in his lap and uses it to stroke his thumb over your cheekbone appreciatively. "Painting a fence is not illegal. If you'd like to take action against your neighbor, you need to convince a court that action is deserved. That is not my job."

"Useless." The man scoffs, and you hear the scrape of his chair against the floor, "You're a real community hero, Chief!"

You worry that Jim will get angry again. That his patience is already wearing thin, that it will snap in two. But he maintains those soothing motions against your cheek while the man stomps away, and as soon as the door to his office shuts, he's pushing his chair back to peer down at you.

“Tough day at work?” You hum with a smirk as Jim collides his body with yours almost as soon as he’s through the door.

“You have no idea,” he grumbles against your mouth.

His lips are hungry and dominating on top of yours. His hands quickly find their way to your hips, giving them a squeeze and signalling for you to jump. You oblige, jumping up and hooking your legs around his waist. He walks you over to the closest piece of furniture, which just so happened to be small table you guys ate dinner at.

He drops you unceremoniously onto the table top, slotting his hips between your open legs. He grunts as he makes quick work of his belt and fastenings, quickly pulling free his hard cock. He doesn’t even bother with taking your panties off. He simply hikes up your dress, pulls your underwear to the side, before he’s roughly pushing into you. You bite you lip at the slight pain of the stretch. Jim was was clearly in need of fucking out his bad day and you were always more than happy to oblige.

He doesn’t take his time, he goes right to setting a brutal and ruthless pace as he fucks into you. You moan out loudly as he grunts deeply in your ear. You have to put an arm behind you to support yourself as he fucks you with enough force to have the table banging against the wall it was leaning against.

The most sinful of moans escapes your lips when Jim suddenly dips his head down, pulling your panties even more to the side with his fingers, and spits right onto your aching clit. Your head flies back with pleasure as he starts to work his spit over your bundle of nerves, rubbing with his thumb, setting a brutal pace to match that of his cock thrusting inside you.

“You gonna cum for me babygirl?” He asks gruffly, his voice even deeper than usually.

You nod incoherently as you cling onto him frantically, fingers scrambling to find purchase on his broad shoulders.

“Yeah? Cum for me sweetheart, I need to feel it. Need to feel you squeeze me so good,” he grunts as he thrusts into you harshly a few more times.

His words tip you over the edge, your pussy squeezing him tight as your body convulses through your high.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he grinds through gritted teeth as you feel him spill inside you.

He spurts rope after rope of his seed inside you, continuing to fuck you harshly through both your climaxes. He keeps his cock moving inside you until you can start to feel the warm, sticky mess of his cum dribbling down the back of your ass as he essentially fucks his own cum out of you.

Without warning he’s suddenly pulling out of you, his eyes instantly locking on your exposed and ruined pussy. You feel your pussy clench again with a final remnant of pleasure and you can feel even more of his release pool out of you.

“Mmm,” he hums darkly with a smirk, “now that’s a sight to cure any bad day.”

Your face flushes with the heat of embarrassment as you look down to where his gaze lay.

“Oh my god Jim!” You chastise. “It’s on the table, we eat here!” You smack his shoulder lightly.

His smirk only grows, “well I didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago.”

Main Masterlist // Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

You knew it was silly to be so self-conscious about it, the man had seen every unflattering angle of you and you were just worried about it. You were heavy and you worried that you would end up hurting him or something. You were worried about stupid stuff like how would you sit, how would you move, what if you did it wrong? It was stupid but the thought of it made you spiral.

"Hey," Hopper said, nudging your neck with his nose, "where are you?" Of course he knew that something was off, he knew you were distracted, "Talk to me."

"I-It's silly," you said shaking your head, "keep going."

Jim's lips continued, kissing and sucking on your neck but a few seconds later he stopped and pulled back completely, "Alright," he said, clearing his throat, "talk to me."

So you told him.

"I... I want to please you, I do. I want to try new things with you but I'm a bit... I'm worried that I'll hurt you or be too heavy or you'll see me at an unflattering angle."

Jim wanted to laugh but he knew how serious you were by the way you refused to meet his gaze and the way you fidgeted with your sleeves, "Sweetheart, c'mere," he beckoned you into his warm arms. You moved into his embrace, welcoming the comfort of his arms, "You shouldn't force yourself to do something because I want it especially when it comes to sex. You don't wanna go on top, no big deal, you don't have to. Doesn't matter. I just want you to be comfortable." You sniffed and listened as he continued, "You won't be too heavy, I'm strong and I can handle your weight. Hell, I like feeling all of you on me, it's sexy-"

"It is?!"

"God yes," Hopper groaned, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "you're so damn sexy and I would love to see your body from that angle, I wanna feel the weight of you, I want to see you ride my cock for your pleasure..." You couldn't deny that the most he spoke, the more into it you got, "Sorry, I'm getting myself all hot and bothered again. We don't have to do-"

"I want to," you said quickly, "god, I really want to."

"But what about-"

You cut him off again, "I just might need you to talk me through it?" You suggested, "A lot of praise... A lot of compliments... Just talk me through it."

"Can do, sweetheart," Hopper grinned before kissing you hard. His hands were on your hips and the more he kissed you, the more your worries faded away. Jim loved you. You were hot. You'd barely started kissing and already his cock was rock hard against your thigh as he pulled you to straddle him.

"Off," Hopper murmured against your lips as he pulled at your underwear. You rolled off of him, shimmying out of your underwear as he shoved his trousers and boxers down, letting his hard cock spring out of them. He took your hands as you positioned yourself over him, "You sure?" He asked.

Your worries weren't there anymore and you slid down on his cock, letting it stretch and fill you. Jim gasped, head rolling back as he cursed. You took the opportunity to pull your t-shirt and bra off and when he looked back up at you, he groaned loudly, "Fucking hell," he whispered, "I could cum right here just staring at you."

You smirked as your hips began to rock back and forth. It felt different having sex this way but god, it was good. You loved the way he was watching your body, eyes roaming over your chest to your stomach and back up to your face, "Like what you see?" You asked in a hushed, breathy voice.

Hopper could see your confidence, could feel the way you rocked harder, arching your back to moan, "God, you're so perfect," he moaned out, hands reaching our to palm at your breasts, "so fucking beautiful."

Jim's fingers pinched your nipples, catching you by surprise, causing you to moan loudly, as your hips grinded on his throbbing cock, "You're doing so good," he panted, "feel so fucking good." He grabbed your ass, squeezing the plumpness of it hard, and he began to rock you up and down, helping you by thrusting his own hips upwards. Your moans were louder and louder. He couldn't stop staring at you, seeing you like this, on top and just riding his cock to get the most pleasure you could... fuck, it was hot.

You could feel that familiar feeling like a coil being wound up, tightening and tightening. Your hands shot up to your breasts, tweaking and pinching your nipples as your head tilted to the ceiling as your moans grew louder and breathier. One of Jim's hands snaked up your curves of your torso to wrap around your neck, squeezing gently, as his other hand was still helping you to bounce up and down on his cock, "You gonna cum for me, baby?" He grunted out, "You gonna cum on my cock?" You moaned at his voice. You were getting quicker and quicker until all at once, your body stiffened and convulsed, walls tightening around Jim's cock, "That's a good girl," he purred, "what a good girl." He didn't stop, he kept thrusting pushing his full length into you as you reached your high. You were so fucking perfect and the feeling of you tight around him and the way you looked sent Jim over the edge as well. His thrusts grew sloppy as his chest heaved.

"Cum for me," you mewled softly as you came down from your high as you continued to rock on his cock. "cum deep inside me. Cum for me-"

"Fuck!" He hissed out, pushing your hips down to press down on his cock as he exploded inside of you.

Panting and sweaty, the two of you stayed in that position for a few minutes until Jim opened his eyes and looked at you, "You're a fucking Goddess," he breathed out, taking you all in again, "fucking stunning." He helped you to climb off of him and pulled you down to lay beside him.

"You liked it?" You asked him softly.

He kissed your forehead, "Babygirl, I was being serious when I said I could've came immediately at seeing you like that. You're just fucking gorgeous... You have nothing to feel self-conscious over ever because my god, (y/n), you're so perfect. I love your curves, I love your stomach and thighs... You're so beautiful... Did you enjoy it?"

You nodded quickly, "I felt really confident. I liked the way that you were looking at me. You made me feel so sexy... You felt so good as well, different than usual but so good."

"You'd want to do it again?"

You grinned, "Yeah," you said, leaning into kiss him, "I'd love to."

~~~

Jim couldn't lie, he was very impressed with El. He stood in dark blue jeans, a black button up and a brown jacket resting on his shoulders.

"Hair," El said, handing him a hairbrush. Jim smiled and thanked her. Brushing through his hair and trying to push down the bumps.

"Okay, El. I'm going to leave now. Stay here, you know the rules." He said, hands on his knees as he got in her eye level.

"Yes, hopper."

~~~

After many more dates, and once they made it official, Jim was ready for Y/N and El to meet.

Y/N was terrified. She could feel all the air get stuck in her throat when he brought it up.

"Really?" She squeaked out nervously. She'd heard lots about El, which meant she knew El wasn't easily impressed. She was blunt and honest. Two things that scared Y/N to death.

Jim kept pushing and pushing. Y/N knew it was important to him and she felt honored he wanted them to meet. She couldn't help but worry if El didn't like her. Would Jim end it all together? She didn't want to lose Jim, she felt herself falling for him.

~~~

"El this is Y/N!" Jim said a huge smile on his face. A smile El barely ever saw. El knew that Hopper didn't smile often. He was always grumpy and annoyed. She made him crack a smile every once and a while. And she felt her stomach warm as she watched Hopper smile toward whoever Y/N was.

"Pleasure!" El said, a big smile on her face as she held out her hand.

Jim may have given El a lesson in manners before this event. He prepped El just as much, or even more than he prepped Y/N.

"Oh! It's a pleasure for me too!" Y/N said she shook the young girl's hand.

"Compliment her haircut," Jim whispered against Y/N's head.

"I love your hair! The curls suit you very well." Y/N said, thanking Jim in her head, El's smile somehow got bigger.

"Thank you!" She said excitedly. Her face felt warm and her stomach fluttered.

"Pretty," El said, looking at Hopper.

"I agree." Jim smiled.

They sat down for dinner, a simple take-out delivery of pizza. It was so simple that it made Jim feel like they already were a family. El told her jokes that Jim never understood, but Y/N laughed at every single one. El didn't understand much of what Y/N talked about, but she listened closely. She watched her lips move and nodded along.

Jim worked hard on helping El with her communication, and he could see the improvement as she talked to Y/N.

~~~

After they met, El asked for Y/N to come over every day. She claimed it was nice to talk to a girl for a change. Jim rolled his eyes but he loved that El wanted Y/N around, because he did too.

Months down the road, El and Y/N communicated better than ever. El learned new words and Y/N kept her sentences short. Sometimes Y/N was there when Jim wasn't.

He lost count of the times he came home from work to see El learning to braid Y/N's hair. Eyeshadow on El's eyes and lipstick on her lips. Her nails were in a bright pink, and Y/N's nails matched.

"We had a girl's day!" El said, looking towards Y/N to see if she said it correctly. When Y/N gave her a nod and thumbs up, El smiled again and looked back to Hopper.

Jim hasn't had a family in a while. And he worried he'd never feel the love for a family like he did before. He was scared he'd feel too guilty and think he was replacing his old family. But he wasn't.

The two girls in front of him were his chosen family. And he'd pick them over and over again.

"I think Jim needs a makeover too!" Y/N said, a smirk on her face as El immediately agreed.

"No!" Jim argued.

~~~

"Nice nails, Hop!" One of the officers said as Jim walked into the office.

"Shut it," Jim muttered, grabbing a donut and walking into his office.

"Are your nails pink?" Joyce asked, sitting in his chair as she waited for him to arrive.

You could tell that Hopper was stressed just by the way he banged on your door. You took your time to slowly peel yourself from your chair, wanting to tease him just a bit as you knew exactly what it would lead to.

You wrapped your sweater closer to your chest as you creaked the door open, peeking your head out. You craned your neck up to meet his eyes, already heavy with lust. As you took in his appearance, still in his uniform, you saw the frustration building up in his gaze. You smirked and pushed the door fully open, allowing Hopper to push past you.

As soon as you closed and locked the door Hopper grabbed you by the back of your head, forcing it back and he leaned down, covering your lips with his. You gasped into his mouth, not expecting his sudden action.

“Aren’t you going to say hello first?” you asked, pulling away from him when his grip finally loosened up.

He huffed out a small laugh and smirked down at your smaller frame, arms crossed and chin tilted up towards him. “No time for that.” 

He kissed you again and groaned into your lips. “Can’t get enough of you.” His large hands moved to cup your cheeks, engulfing the entire bottom of your face.

You felt the heat rush to your face and pulled away before things got too intense. “Want to move to the bedroom.”

Hopper didn’t budge one bit.

“No. Here.”

Without any warning, he lifted you up with one arm, the other fumbling with the button of your jeans. He ripped them off within seconds, leaving you in just your panties.

“Hop!” you gasped. Chills ran down your spine, from both the sudden chill and the brute strength shown by Hopper.

With his free hand he undid his belt and pulled his massive cock out of his pants. He didn’t even give you a second to prepare before he shoved himself deep inside of you.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Hopper grunted as he pistoned his hips. Your body, completely in his hands, banged against the wall behind you repeatedly. You arched your back, desperate to feel more of him. “Such a little slut,” he hissed. “You like taking my big dick, don’t you?”

He grabbed the flesh or your ass, spanking some as you gasped. Your body was so full from his cock, overloaded by the pleasure.

You were shook out of your stupor by a large hand hitting your face.

“Answer me,” Hopper growled.

“Yes! Yes!” Your mouth was wide open and you could feel drool running down the side. Your eyes rolled back into your head as Hopper continued to push his way inside you.

A harmony of groans were the only sounds that left the two of you for a while, both caught up in the lust of the other. Hopper’s hands dug into the skin of your hips, surely to leave marks for days to come. You could already feel the bruises that were forming on your back from the brunt of Hopper’s thrust.

All of your strength had left your body. The only reason you hadn’t fallen yet was because Hopper held you up. He lifted you so that you had a perfect view of his muscles, clenched tight as he thrusted in and out of you.

His uneven rhythm told you that he was close, and his low grunts of pleasure was what finally sent you over the edge.

Your legs trembled furiously with the force of your orgasm. They dangled in the air, several feet off the ground from Hopper’s hold. You tried to wrap them around his broad frame, but he held you in place with a much greater force than you could fight.

“Fuck!” Heat filled you as Hopper came, thrusting deep into you as you recovered from your own peak. He pulled out, and you watched as his cum dripped down your leg. “There it is, baby.” Hopper scooped some of it in his fingers and brought it up to your face. “Open up.”

You complied easily, four of his fingers stuffing your mouth full. You swirled your tongue all around, as much as you could with your face stuffed. He shoved them in deeper, causing you to gag.

He pulled them out a couple seconds later. You began to cough from the intrusion, drool escaping the corners of your mouth. Your body still shook from pleasure, chest heaving as it grazed the fabric of Hopper’s uniform.

“Hop,” you moaned, “let me down.”

But instead of lowering you, Hopper smirked at you before throwing you over his shoulder with ease.

“Now we can take it to the bedroom.”

“Oh you’re an asshole, Munson!” 

“But you’re still in my bed, hm? My star cheerleader,” Eddie teased, pulling you closer into his chest and nipping at the junction between your neck and shoulder. He ran his tongue over the skin when you hissed in pain, soothing it with a kiss. 

You brought your hand up to his hair, tugging it softly. “I’m here totally against my will, by the way.” 

“Yeah, totally.” 

He continued pressing hot, open mouthed kisses onto your neck, his hand pulling your skirt up to the creases of your thighs, exposing the pink cotton panties you wore. The rings on his fingers felt cool against the increasing temperature of your skin, a shudder running through your body as he ghosted his fingertips across your mound. 

“Munson, don’t play around,” you breathed out. 

“C’mon, feelin’ needy already?” he asked teasingly. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” 

You pinched his jean clad thigh, eliciting a hiss from his mouth, his large hand coming down to slap your thigh in retaliation. 

“I swear to God I’ll leave, Munson,” you began, pushing yourself forward and off of his chest.

“Hey, hey, hey!” he exclaimed. “Patience goes a long way, angel.” He wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, bringing you flush against his chest. 

Eddie’s free hand pushed your skirt further up, the hunter green material bunched up around your stomach and leaving you exposed to him. You leaned your head back with a soft groan as he pushed your panties to the side, middle finger moving up and down your slit teasingly slow. 

Your head buzzed every time you felt his metal ring nudge against your clit, his Black Sabbath cassette playing softly in the background the only thing that kept you grounded as he added another finger. Bringing your hand down to his, you gripped it tightly as a silent plea for him to apply more pressure. 

“Don’t make me stop,” Eddie murmured into your shoulder, brown tendrils of hair falling near your face. “Relax.” 

“Please, Ed,” you begged, “give me something.”

“You’re so lucky I’m feeling nice today,” he mumbled, nimble fingers dragging your slick up to your clit, circling it softly. 

Eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, you felt the muscles in your thighs tighten as he sped up his pace. “Oh shit, like that, Eddie.”

Wanton moans left your lips as he kept circling your bud, his fingers moving faster until you couldn’t do anything except grip his bed sheets. Flashes of heat rushed over your body like waves, the coil in your stomach feeling like it was so close to snapping—until he dragged his fingers away from you. 

Your eyes shot open, hands loosening from the sheets. “Eddie—fuck, I was so close!” you cried out. 

He scooted up the bed until his back hit the headboard, large hands maneuvering your body until you were facing him. Moving his hands to your ass, Eddie squeezed it roughly, cold rings digging into your hot flesh. 

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you sweetheart?” His voice was taunting, head tilted to the side as his eyes glinted beneath the dim bedroom lights. “C’mon, I wanna see you cum on my cock.” 

You paused, lips parted in disbelief for a moment before you placed your hands onto his shoulders, lifting your body up to rest your knees on either side of his thighs. The buckle of his belt clinked as he undid it, fingers moving skillfully to loosen it and unbutton his pants. Hearing his zipper lower was like music to your ears, eyes watching hungrily as he shoved his jeans down until you could see his briefs. 

He got them halfway down his thighs before your fingers pulled at the waistband of his briefs impatiently, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as his cock sprang free. 

“C’mon,” he murmured, bringing his hand onto your hip and squeezing it, “be good to me.” 

Giving him a few quick pumps, you scooched closer and raised your hips to lower yourself onto him, the stretching sensation drawing a loud moan from your lips. He watched the way your face twisted with pleasure as you took him all in, keeping a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. 

Bringing a hand up to your scalp, his fingers curled around your strands of hair as he pulled them. The action caused your mouth to open with a moan, and he took the opportunity to pull you into a fervent kiss, the clash of teeth and tongue making him smile against your lips. You tasted like mint chapstick and the strawberry lollipop you’d been sucking on earlier in the day, the odd combination intoxicating to Eddie. 

“Takin’ me so well honey,” he mumbled against your lips, hands moving beneath your pleated skirt to steady your hips as you found a rhythm. 

“You’re so—fuck, big,” you drawled, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“And you feel like heaven.” Eddie bit back a moan, his fingers gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises.

“Y’sure you know what that feels like?” you breathed out. 

Eddie’s head lulled back onto the headboard, eyes closed as a smirk pulled his pretty pink lips upward. “I feel it every time I’m in you, angel.”

A wave of heat rushed over you, skin feeling like it had been lit aflame with every word that left his mouth. You continued bouncing on him, back arched like a cat as incoherent mumbles and moans escaped from his parted lips. 

“Look at you,” he murmured, “so fucked out. Never thought I’d see you like this all those months ago.” 

You sucked in a deep breath, stomach tightening as you kept moving. “You made me this way, Munson,” you replied with a faint smile. “Absolutely corrupted me.” 

He let out a laugh, wrapping an arm around your midsection to bring you flush against his body. “And you’re stuck with me, sweetheart.” 

Holding up your skirt with one hand, he brought the other between you and ran his thumb up your slit, rubbing circles onto your clit. A broken moan sounded throughout the room as warmth bloomed beneath your skin, the sensation creating tingles that began at your toes and made their way up. 

Eddie began pistoning up into you as your movements became sloppier, chasing his own release while working on yours. Curls stuck to his temples with sweat, exposed forearms flexing and putting his various tattoos on full display. 

You clenched around him as your orgasm washed over you, thighs shaking and broken moans escaping your lips as he talked you through it, soft praises contrasting against his rough pace. The sensation was enough for him to cum right after you, warmth spreading inside of you as you caught your breath. 

Forehead dropping to rest against his chest, you closed your eyes at the sound of his rapid heartbeat. 

“So, how does a sleepover sound?” he asked sleepily, the sound of his head knocking against the headboard making you laugh softly.

“It sounds really, really good.”