#hopper x reader

In the Evening

Hopper tossed you over the arm of the sofa, not bothering to let you undress. Not even bothering to put out his cigarette that continued to smoke in the ashtray. Your tight little skirt and ass were propped up for him to fuck as he pleased. He frantically undid his belt and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles.

His thick cock was already swollen and dripping with precum. The only thought in his mind was filling you again and again. Hopper reached up into your skirt and tugged at your baby pink cotton panties, which were thoroughly dampened.

“Just dripping wet for me, hmm?” His gravelly voice was low and brutally seductive.

Your tight pussy was lousy with natural juices, making you the perfect breeding whore Hopper needed right now. His rough fingers rubbed at your slit, teasing the stretching to come. You writhed your hips, impatient for his cock to enter.

“Please fill me up, Chief, please!”

He pulled his fingers away and pressed the tip of his cock against your begging hole. His hands adjusted your skirt and found their grip.

“Oh I’m going to breed this little pussy. Make you a young mama. Is that what you want?”

“Please, please fuck me however you want.”

Hopper stuffed his cock into your tight flesh. Your body clenched around his shaft, adjusting to the sudden intrusion. He wasted no time pushing himself as deep as he could, as fast and hard as he could. You squirmed and loudly whined into a scrunched up blanket on the couch. Hopper gripped tighter, his hands pressing your hip bones through your clothes.

“Fuck! Your pussy feels so tight. Take this cock until I’m finished with you, bitch.”

Helpless, all you could do is let him pound your body into submission. His cock beat at your tender cervix, making you writhe and moan for him louder. It felt like your hottest fantasy finally coming true. You were his submissive, breedable cocksleeve. Your entire body was flooded with the thought of being knocked up by him.

“Use my little hole—use me, use me Daddy, oh God use me—“ you pathetically begged.

Hopper’s groans were louder than usual. He was incredibly turned on by the primitive, instinctive urge to dump his hot seed into your womb.

“I’m going to put a baby in you, fuck— oh fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you.”

His thrusts were forceful, fast, and merciless. Your pussy was making a sticky mess all over his bush and thighs.

“Yes, Daddy, oh- oh- fill me up, don’t pull out.”

You felt Hopper’s body tense as he released an uncontrollable groan of pleasure. He held you tightly so that you couldn’t escape being bred. His cock pulsated and throbbed as he shot his cum into you. He softly thrusted in and out, absolutely drunk off the sight of himself leaking out of you. It was the perfect lube that he used to keep fucking you that evening.

During the Day

Hopper thought you had been such a seductive little brat when you met him for lunch. How could you tease him like this when he still had hours left in his shift? Before he let you drive home, Hopper took you for a ride in his Blazer. It was midday, and while most townsfolk were at work or school, he had to make sure you weren’t seen getting fucked like a slut by the Chief.

His erection pushed against his tight fitting khaki pants, aching to get inside of your fertile pussy instead. After parking, it wasn’t long until you were slipping onto his thick, veiny dick in the backseat. Hopper tossed your top and bra aside. He kissed on your breasts and played with them as you rode him.

“I can’t wait until your tits are just swollen with milk.”

“Might leak on you.” you smiled, stroking at his soft beard.

“God. You’re gonna be such a hot little mama.”

Hopper’s thickness pushed against your clit, adding to your pleasure. The truck probably looked like a bouncing mess from the exterior. You felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm. Wet and horny, excited by the thought of Hopper impregnating you.

“Good girl. Oh yes, baby.” Hopper praised as you ground into him, reaching your climax.

Cumming all over his dick was one of favorite sensations. You couldn’t help but scream and moan his name and other involuntary noises. His cock just felt so good.

“Don’t be so loud.” He ordered.

He took his hand and guided his thumb to your mouth. You started to suck his finger, still moaning as he continued thrusting into you. Louder, louder…

“Poor little slut, you can’t help yourself can you?”

He withdrew his thumb from your mouth and used his hand to forcefully cover your mouth. Your sexy noises were muffled. This only turned you on more.

“Everyone’s gonna see that you got fucked and bred by me anyway.”

You writhed, but he held you firmly in place. You were overstimulated by his big cock and bold words. His intense eyes were taking in the sight of you.

He fucked you harder now, taking control from underneath you.

“Good girl. Take it.”

Hopper himself couldn’t take it anymore. He bursted deep into your pussy. His hot ejaculate flooded you, adding to the sticky mess. Your hair was a mess and hips hurt, but you wanted to be pinned down and fucked some more.

He had to go home to change his pants before heading back to the station.

First Thing in the Morning

You and Hopper both slept late into the morning. Some teenagers vandalized the library downtown and the Chief was out late dealing with it. As morning sunlight bloomed on the wooden panels of the bedroom, you stirred awake. Your dreams had been filled with wet fantasies about the man sleeping next to you.

Already nude, you knew it would be easy to get Hopper turned on right away. You cuddled up next to his soft, warm body. His cock was rock hard in his tight boxers. You loved how stiff and big his cock became during naps or in the morning. Your hand rubbed against him.

Hopper stirred awake. He didn’t say a word, only nudging harder into your little hand with his pelvis.

“Good morning.” you whispered.

“Hey.”

“Jim, I’m just so so wet for you. I woke up needing to be bred.”

Hopper let you straddle him, kissing his plush lips as you rubbed your wet slit over his boxers. It wasn’t long before he pushed you off and onto your back. His heavy cock sprung out, and he pinned you down for more kisses.

You reached down and guided his cock to your entrance. It hurt a little as he pushed in, stretching your walls that had been sore from being used all week. Hopper wanted to be a bit more gentle this morning. He cared about you, after all. Wanted to knock you up with his children. He was so much taller than you, and your head rested more against his chest as he moved in you.

“Mmmh you feel so good.”

Your body relaxed around him. He slowly yet fervently stroked in and out of your pussy. His heavy body held you down into the mattress, shielding you from the chilly November air. Your legs wrapped around his hips, ensuring he wouldn’t pull out. What a slut, letting an older man impregnate you as he pleased.

“Daddy, fill me” you whimpered.

Hopper’s breathing got louder. His thrusts became more urgent. Morning romps normally drained him pretty fast.

“I’m going to cum—“

You clung onto him as he released his load deep into you. Even as he came down from his orgasm, his cock remained hard. Hopper kept pumping into you, picking up his pace now. Fucking you in his own sloppy seconds.

“Again, fill me again.”

Hopper was folding you in half now, your hips were getting tired from being held down like this. He readjusted himself so that he could make eye contact with you. His blue eyes locked with yours, and you felt more vulnerable than ever.

“I love you, baby”

“I love you”

You felt pleasure rush over your body from your head to your toes. Your legs trembled as you gushed around his cock. Hopper continued to look into your soul as he spurted yet another load of semen into your pussy. He kissed you and held you as his cum made its way deeper into your body. Withdrawing from you, he laid on his back to cool off.

Late nights after some of those scary moments with Jane were enough to make Hopper call in a favor.

You're a nice girl.

Old enough to drink, as he'd seen you at a bar before.

He knows your dad. Knows that you'd be trustworthy. Knows that your pops owes him about a dozen favors.

The first time he allows you over to meet Jane, he stays. He stays because he doesn't trust anyone - not after the lab and all this shit - but he realizes that you're good company; is pleased with how kind you are to Jane - how much you try to make a connection despite the age difference.

So he asks you over again.

Asks you to pick her up on days he's late at the station.

You're his first call.

It's becoming so bad, he makes you a spare key.

"If it's not a bother, would you come over tonight to keep an eye on Jane?" He's trying his best not to sound desperate over the phone line, but it's a tough night and he needs this support.

"Of course, Chief! No problem. What time do you need me?"

"Uhhhh...now would be great."

Your little laugh on the other line makes him feel filthy for thinking naughty things.

...so you're cute, what of it?

"Already grabbing my keys. What time should I expect you?"

"Late, unfortunately."

"Like...ten?"

"Eleven, if I'm lucky."

"And how many hours is that today, big guy?"

He holds back a groan, breathes deep, feigns unfazed by the nickname.

"Oh, I'm way over. Just waiting on these idiot big wigs to finish their yapping. I'll cut out when I can. Just...make sure she does some of those flashcards and get her something that's not loaded with sugar for dinner."

"Yes, sir."

You do it on purpose, he's convinced. Toying with him. Always stepping so close to some line, but never crossing it.

He likes it. Likes how you call him Jim, how your pretty lips curl up into a smile every time he walks through the door, how you follow his instructions to a T, how he pays you for babysitting but you always pretend to make an issue out of it before swiping his cash.

"Hey, I do have a favor to ask you, though, if you have a minute?"

Hopper bites back the urge to say "anything"

"Sure, yeah."

"I...kinda promised Jane that next time I watched her, we'd do the whole slumber party thing since she rarely gets to. Is...that okay?"

His mouth goes dry.

You.

Sleeping under the same roof.

How fucked, he thinks. How absolutely filthy he is for immediately thinking impure thoughts.

His silence startles you into speaking again.

"I am so sorry. I should have asked you before making promises. It's okay, I will clear it up with her and we can...-"

"No, no, sorry, just, uh...caught up in work. Yeah, that's...that's fine with me. Sure."

"Oh my God, thanks, Jim." You breathe, relieved on the other line. "Jesus, you're scary sometimes."

"Am I?" He cant help the lilt in his voice, the flirtation coming right though.

"Yes! You are..."

"I'll try to dial it back for you."

"Good. 11:00?"

"11:00...ish."

"Be safe tonight."

"Always."

When the line goes dead, Hopper runs a hand down his face, groans, tells himself to get a grip, and tries to focus on work.

•••

10:23 he's pulling up to the cabin, relieved to see your car safely parked, cabin lights low, curtains closed.

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about you all night.

Door's locked. Good.

He inserts the key, twists, opens the door to see your surprised expression.

He fails at hiding his surprise.

You.

His shirt.

Thigh highs.

Tiny shorts.

"You weren't supposed to be home yet," you seem a bit...embarrassed, maybe?

He can't tell. Can barely tear his eyes away from your thighs.

"I spilled," Jane speaks up, holding a bottle of cranberry juice.

"Wore my pajamas here, didn't think to bring a change," you try to shrug off.

"Her clothes are in the wash now," Jane explains.

"I just grabbed something, I hope you don't mind. Jane's stuff is too small for me."

Those shorts are pretty small, he wants to comment.

"I planned to be in bed before you got home," you admit quietly. "Sorry we broke into your wardrobe."

Hopper waves it off, agrees to eat the pasta you made for Jane, sits at the table with the chair scooted in to purposefully cover his erection.

Popcorn. Movie. Your legs pulled up on the couch.

You're. A. Sight.

He's pretending to watch the TV from his spot at the table, but he can't stop staring at you.

Those legs, damn it. He wants to run his hands up them, squeeze, get you nice and comfortable in his lap before he slides those tiny shorts to the side and...-

"I'm going to bed," Jane announces as the credits roll.

Oh. Shit.

Hopper glances at the newspaper on the table as you walk by, grab his bowl with a, "you done?"

"Hm? Yeah."

You begin the dishes, in those damn thigh highs. And Hopper tries to not lose himself in fantasies.

You had to know what you were doing to him, right?

"Was work as bad as you expected?" Your voice breaks through the silent room and his loud brain.

He laughs. "It's work, isn't it always?"

"Not always."

"Oh, yeah? Not all of us get paid to have slumber parties in tiny little get ups."

The words slip from him before he realizes.

You quirk a brow at him, finish washing his bowl, touch a damp hand to his shirt you're in.

"This is tiny?"

You're right. You're swimming in it, you just tucked it in to the top of those damn shorts. He hadn't noticed, had been too distracted by your legs to see how long the sleeves of his t-shirt were on you; how wide the arms were.

You untuck, let it flow down. It's somehow almost worse now - more intimate feeling.

He bites his tongue, ogles at you, holds back a groan that only comes out as a deep exhale.

"I'm sure what you came in with was adorable," he teases.

"It was. And now it's stained," you deadpan.

You throw the towel at him, laugh, sit beside him at the table.

When he fishes in his pocket for his wallet, you watch with a humored expression.

"Reminds me..." he slaps cash on the table, like he always does for you.

And you roll your eyes and push it away, like you always do for him.

"Tonight was nothing. I did some flashcards with her, made some pasta, and turned on a movie. C'mon, Hop."

"Mm...take it. I owe you a new outfit."

You smirk. "Maybe I'll just take this one home with me."

And you catch his expression shift slightly, your eyes inspecting his face before you stand, touch his shoulder, make your way to Jane's door.

He thinks you're going to bed, wonders if you made a nest of blankets on the floor or took that ratty sleeping bag out of storage; wonders if he could convince you to take his bed. He'd take the couch; would happily stay awake haunted by the thought of you between his sheets.

Completely distracted with this fantasy, he misses that you'd closed her door, were walking back to him.

"I have another favor to ask, Jim..." your voice is whispered and he is so hooked.

"What's that, sweetheart?" He can't help but lean into the flirtation, drown in his lust for you.

"Touch me."

This time he can't hold back. His sharp inhale gives him away.

You're even closer now, and he instinctively moves the chair back to make room for you.

His fingers hook at your hips, pulling you in.

"Where?"

"Anywhere," you whisper, drawing even closer. "I tried to keep this at bay, but when Jane let me go through your shirts..."

You pause, play with the collar of his uniform, go sheepish.

"Tell me."

You look pointedly at him.

"I've had this crush for so long, Jim. And...I know this could ruin everything and I'm sorry if it's too much."

His fingers dip beneath the fabric of the shirt and he bites his tongue at how responsive you are to his simple touch.

You hiss an inhale, dig your nails gently into his neck.

He watches every move with hungry eyes.

"God...you're down bad, huh?" He teases quietly.

You look lusty and heated before saying,

"May I?"

Always the good girl.

"Sit," he demands.

You draw closer, hesitant but bold, and he moans when you straddle him instead.

Your expression shifts when you feel his hard cock.

Surprise and arousal look good on you, he thinks.

"Can't help myself around you," he admits. "Taken a lot of self-control."

"Then let go."

With you looking up at him like that, those curious eyes, the parted lips, the lust he can practically taste...he folds.

Temptation is a bitch.

His hands trail up your back, lifting the shirt slightly. He goes slack-jawed when he feels no bra on you.

"It's a sleepover," you tease. "Gotta be comfy."

"Jesus Christ..." he practically growls, lifting the shirt completely to see your perfect tits.

His hands fondle you before he takes a pretty nipple in his mouth, trails a tongue around.

You grind against him almost instinctively, needing more.

When you grip his hair and pull, he cant help the groan that leaves him.

Again, you yank, and he pops his mouth off of you, pulls back, only for you to capture his mouth in a needy kiss.

Fingers running through his hair, you grind against him, nibble at his lower lip.

And, God, didn't he know you'd be like this?

He can feel the precum beading at the tip of his cock from how you're grinding on him.

Fuck, he wants you.

Your hands drift down his belly, to his slacks.

You love the feel of him in your hands; how hard he is, how big.

With you fondling him like this, he can't help but lift his hips into your grasp, lean his head back at the pleasure of you finally touching him.

A noise startles the both of you, you almost falling off his lap in an attempt to stand, but he doesn't let you go; though your shirt falls back into place, to his dismay.

The sound was from outside, the wind blowing the trash can over.

Jane's door stays closed.

Wordlessly, Hopper lifts you, carries you across the room to the bathroom where he hoists you on the vanity.

You gape at him as you're closed in together.

"Kid sleeps like a rock," he informs. "She comes knocking, I'll tell her I took ya home," he mumbles into your neck.

"...my car's out front."

Oh, shit.

"You really wanna worry about that now?"

Hopper's big shoulders are suddenly at your knees as he crouches for you.

In awe, you shake your head.

You hadn't planned on the night going like this, but the feelings had been there. Being in his room, digging through his wardrobe...the shirt smelled like him, damn it, and it consumed your thoughts from the moment you slid it on.

His fingers pull at those tiny shorts, urging you to lift yourself just enough to yank them down your warm skin.

An appreciative hum fills the space as Hopper's lips kiss their way up your thighs.

Daydreams paled in comparison to the look of you - all flustered for him - spreading those pretty legs as he feels how wet you are through your panties.

He pulls them off you and pockets them - of course he does.

"Who's stealing wardrobes now?"

"Only fair," he mutters against your skin.

You'd like to come back with something quippy, but you're thrown off balance by him draping your legs over his shoulders, pulling you to the edge of the sink, and putting his mouth on your pussy.

A deep groan - almost growl - leaves him and it vibrates through you so intensely, you can't help but buck toward him.

A slick tongue swipes between your folds, lapping greedily at you.

An unzipping sound surprises you. Peeking an eye open, you ogle at the sight of him.

On his knees for you, pretty legs draped over him, his forearm muscles tensing as he pulls out his thick cock, starts stroking harshly.

You moan.

He stops.

"Shut up," he snaps quietly. "You wanna get caught? Huh?" His hand is still working himself, but his attention to you is gone.

"Wait, Jim. Don't stop."

He pauses, stares up at you.

"Beg."

"Huh?"

"I. Said. Beg. Me. For. It."

The defiance in your eyes humors him.

God, he wants to keep you.

"No? Fine, then." He makes a scene of standing up, loves the way your eyes drift down to his cock. "I'll just paint you instead."

Distracted by the view, your thighs press together now that he's no longer between them. You're dripping. Swollen. Needy.

He watches you adjust for stimulation.

"Off. Don't wanna get your new wardrobe dirty," he flicks at the hem with his free hand.

He's surprised you follow instructions this time.

Completely bare for him, minus the thigh highs, you think this is slightly unfair.

"You, too. Strip," you urge, reaching for the buttons of his uniform.

He huffs a laugh, shakes his head. "I don't think so, sweetheart."

You slowly prop a leg up beside yourself; exposed, fingers dancing up until you're practically playing with yourself.

His eyes are locked on you. You, open and dripping and waiting for him.

"I said anything. You want anything, you strip."

A beat passes between you, defiance flaring in his eyes, but you notice his jerking doesn't stop.

Slowly, you slip a finger inside of yourself, putting on a show for him - wondering who will break first.

Hopper feels the precum dotting on his tip, groans when his fist pumps it over his corona.

Fuck.

"Fine."

A momentary pause, Hop removes his uniform- loves that you slipped another finger inside yourself, how slow and purposefully you're moving. He believes this is how he'll get you to cum.

"God, you're perfect..." you whisper out, staring at his body.

"That's the last demand you'll get, you brat."

"I'm all yours."

His kisses are all hunger, all need, and you match them eagerly.

"Want my cock in you," he mutters, grips your neck. "But not yet."

He guides you down, grabs a fistful of your hair, and shoves you to your knees.

You ache from the floor, but the quiet breaths Hop lets out every time you deep throat makes up for the discomfort.

You want to be so full of him, want to come on his cock, but you're grateful for any attention he gives you, would thank him if your mouth weren't full.

"That's it, take it," it's barely a breath he lets out but you're fueled by the dirty words leaving him.

He's fucking into your mouth, careful not to be too loud. Your fingers work at your clit, dip your middle finger inside, grind against your palm.

Your attention to his dick falters just momentarily, but he notices.

When he sees you playing with yourself, he feels his balls tighten.

"Oh, fuck, look at you...so damn desperate for me."

You can't help but gasp for a breath as you reach your peak, rutting against your cupped palm as Hopper watches with eager eyes.

"Oh, fuck..." when your tongue trails on the underside of his cock, he can't hold back.

You swallow, eyes watering, some of his cum dripping down your swollen lips and beading down your tits.

Breathless, he watches you as you rush to stand, eyes darting to the doorway.

Slow to the take, Hopper hears Jane,

"You in there? I forgot to have you braid my hair!"

"Just brushing my teeth. I'll meet you in there."

"Okay!"

Well, fuck...

He grips you from behind as you're cleaning yourself off, then pulling his t-shirt back over your naked body, your shorts on without the panties he pocketed.

You wash your hands then brush your teeth with Hopper fondling your body. He's almost soft in this moment, his large arms a comfort, big body holding you tightly together. You could get used to it.

"You come right back," he warns.

"Yes, sir."

He lets out a growl that he always holds back when you say that.

"Need to feel you come. Not on your fingers this time. Let's see where I let you, hm?"

He points you toward the doorway, waits to hear you close Jane's door before starting up the shower.

Exhaustion plagues him, but tonight he eagerly awaits your return.

You take too long.

He's showered and dressed before he decides he can't wait in here anymore.

He decides to take the shirt back off for you, is humored by your comment..."you're perfect..." had anyone ever said that to him before? He was pretty sure not.

So, you're broken, he figures, absolutely cracked. Noted.

Leaning back in his chair in the living room, he tries to not let the exhaustion take over just yet; hopes to get a little more from you.

Jane's hair braided, an offer to make waffles in the morning, and you stay until she's soundly sleeping.

You couldn't rest right now anyway, still processing what just happened between you and Jim.

Quietly, you tiptoe out of the room, close the door behind you, and are unfazed seeing Jim snoring in the chair.

Probably bad for his back, you think, but the guy needs rest.

Draping a blanket over him, you grab another from the basket in the corner, flick off the kitchen lights, and curl up on the couch.

It isn't long until Hopper wakes, uncomfortable, and finds you cuddled up on his couch.

He takes a few minutes to watch, hoping you wake on your own, but his morning wood is highly distracting.

Slowly, he makes his way over, thinks better of his next move, and glances the way of Jane's room.

He shouldn't. He knows. It's filthy and wrong, but when was the last time he felt this good?

He couldn't wait. He couldn't.

Lifting you with ease, he hears your startled inhale, turns to carry you like some prize into his bedroom. Closes the door.

His intentions partly to move you to a more comfortable bed, partly more vulgar.

When he sets you on his bed, your eyes are wide open.

Sleepy looks cute on you, too, he thinks.

"I've already made my move, what's yours?" He whispers.

Wordlessly, you remove your shorts and thigh highs.

He strips, too, can't deal with more talk right now - if this gets interrupted by Jane he'll be mortified.

He cant risk the dirty talk right now, so he bites his tongue, climbs on top of you, loves how your hands are instantly on his skin.

You're still wet and ready for him.

He should probably wrap it - you're so young and probably fucking fertile - but he can't think more on that right now, as the blood has fully rushed to his cock.

He drags his cockhead along your wetness, kisses your mouth with such ferocity, you feel wanted and eager.

And then he's shoving himself into you and he's so damn thick, it takes a few gentle thrusts to get adjusted.

But the sound he makes in the back of his throat; quiet - barely there - you can't help but grip his big shoulders.

Hopper takes his time, partly because of how good it feels, partly because he's worried the bed will creak.

His back starts to hurt from the chair, but he doesn't want to admit that to you, so he demands, "want you on top. Want to watch those pretty tits."

Awkwardly, you two rearrange yourselves - nothing like porn, nothing smooth like maybe he used to. The bed is only so big, so he rolls beside you, attempts to keep your bodies connected, and lets you climb on top of him.

You doing the work does wonders for his back.

The moonlight glows through the curtains and - fuck - what a sight you are.

His fingers dig into the fleshy parts of your body, move you along on his cock. He's biting back moans at the way you ride him - clearly a good choice to have you top. Your movements are smooth, youthful and without pain. He could get used to this.

Your hands haven't stopped fondling him, he notices. Tracing across his wide chest, squeezing his big arms, running down his belly, playing with his pecs. He feels heated at the way you ogle at him.

And then you're leaning forward, pressing naked tits to him, kissing him softly on the mouth before peppering kisses to his neck and pecs.

A slight shift in your breathing. He hears it before he really feels you - you're so fucking wet it's dripping down his shaft and to his balls - the damn sheets will be wet.

You're. Close.

And - damn it - if you cum on his cock while fondling him like this, riding him so smooth...he might not be able to hold back. A moment of panic fills him, but you're nipping at his skin and he's back in the present moment.

"Cum for me, sweetheart..." he hums in your ear.

His deep voice, his demand, is what pushes you over the edge.

Your muscles are fucking squeezing his cock with every flutter of your orgasm. Being able to feel your pleasure sends a shiver down Hopper's spine.

He tries to hold back, tries to shove back the urgency, but you're still cumming and he's floored by this.

"Honey..." His gasp comes out a bit louder than he anticipated, with his ears ringing and his orgasm nearing.

"In me. Please. Please. I'm on the pill."

Immediately. Immediately, he's tilting his head back and pounding up into you, filling you deep.

He swears softly under his breath, quiet gasps leaving him as you rest yourself against his beefy chest.

You stay like this, listening to his heartbeat slow, letting him grope and fondle you, feeling his cock softening. You don't want to move, don't want to pop this bubble of intimacy.

Tears fill your eyes as you lay there, clinging to him.

You pepper open-mouthed kisses along his skin, memorize every moment you can.

Hopper's hands on you, he feels your breathing change, though you're hiding it.

"What's the matter?" His deep voice is laced with exhaustion. You're pretty sure you're addicted to how he sounds with your ear pressed against his naked chest.

"M'sorry. M'fine," you shake your head.

"Did I do somethin' wrong?" The fear in his voice gives you pause.

You look at him, handsome in the moon glow.

"No, God, no." Your hands cup his face and you kiss him deeply. "Just...can't help but feel like this is probably temporary. It feels like grief."

Hopper doesn't know what to say to that, doesn't want to make empty promises. Not to you.

So he lets you fondle him some more, lets his mind wander, grabs a shirt from the dresser to help wipe you up so you're not leaking his cum all over the sheets.

He figures you'll shift beside him, but you don't- you prefer to stay perched on top of him, face buried in his chest hair, breathing in his scent.

At some point, your breathing shifts and he knows you're soundly sleeping. Pain shooting up his spine, he softly rolls you beside him, covers you up, smooths your hair.

Selfishly, he stays. He should keep up appearances just in case Jane wakes before you, but the warmth coming from you, your soft skin, the feel of someone beside him in a bed again...he can't leave.

In and out of sleep, he seems to keep an ear out to listen for Jane, is restless and - shockingly - still riled up for you, the old man.

You must have slipped his shirt back on during the night, probably fearing Jane needing you.

When 5am hits, he's awakened by you kissing at his neck, hungry for more.

He loves the attention.

Especially when you dip below the sheets, put his cock in your mouth again.

You're really something.

It takes him a bit longer to get there this time - is surprised he's even ready again. He's exhausted in the best way.

He urges you up before you suffocate down there, kisses you hard before turning over and coaxing you to your belly.

He lifts you at the hips, guides himself to your entrance, and takes you from behind.

A quiet moan leaves you as you hug his pillow, breathe in his scent, are once again so full of him.

This position, the look of you like this, ready and wanting and wet again for him...

It's too much when he watches you reach between the mattress and your body, the knowledge that you're so desperate to cum, you're playing with yourself in this position?

Fuck.

He bottoms out, takes you slow like he remembers you touching yourself last night, and hears the sweet whisper of his name as you cum on his cock again.

"There ya go, honey. Rock back into me," he speaks in a whisper. "Fuck, yes. Just like that. God..."

He's filling this pretty cunt for the second time in hours and it takes all of his willpower to stay quiet.

You're spoiling him.

Reaching for his shirt again, he wipes you up, kisses along your spine, watches you flip over to trace your hands down his chest.

Your mouths move languidly together, enjoying these last few moments of bliss before you should probably go to the main room.

There are those damn tears again. Not falling this time, but the light catches them in your eyes.

"Wanted you for so long, Jim," you run your thumb along his facial hair. "Thanks for indulging this little crush I've got."

He chuckles. "Thank you for a pleasurable night. Jesus Christ, you're insatiable."

You smile. "For you? You have no idea."

You kiss him once more, he lets you sneak from under him to get your shorts on, letting his t-shirt hang, and you linger before the doorway, as if you want to say something else.

You decide against it.

You leave him wanting, still...

°°°

Jane wakes, well-rested, excited to see the waves the braids hopefully gave her.

When Hopper emerges from his room, he looks exhausted but pleased.

Jane is at the kitchen table, her back to you as you're undoing the rubber bands, letting the braids out.

With one hand free, you reach to pour coffee into Hopper's mug, then return to your work.

A plate of waffles sits in front of Jane. Syrup, whipped cream, sprinkles.

Hopper hums when he sips the coffee, glances over at your cup and chuckles. You must have brought creamer, knowing he takes his black.

"Your waffles are ready over there, sir," you blink over at him, a coy glance shot his way.

Hopper inhales slowly, moans an exhale as he lifts his coffee to his lips. He watches your reaction to the sound. You horny little...-

"Better watch," he warns. "I could get used to this."

You beam at him, a slight sadness tinging the edges though.

"Can she come again next weekend?" Jane gasps, unknowingly.

"Oh, I think that could be arranged."

He could lose himself in moments like these.

You push it all away every time you get on your knees and tug on his belt. Your mind goes blank as you swallow him whole, him holding you steady as you suck him dry. Hopper never complains when you surprise him like this, but you always have to shove those feelings away.

Things always get heated after a night out at the bar. Where the two of you always have to play it cool and casual, making yourselves appear like good friends instead of fuck buddies. He always has to drag you away before anyone notices the two of you aren’t around. Sometimes it’s in the bathroom of the bar, him getting on his knees to get you ready for him. Or he’s pushing into you from behind, one of his large hands on your mouth to keep you as quiet as possible. Nothing could stop you from the feelings that were brewing inside of you, all the while Jim Hopper was rearranging your guts in the dirty bar bathroom.

Not to mention that you also love to show up at his job. You’ve charmed his secretary, which was no easy feat. But she sussed you both out before either one of you could realize what you were doing. She had a sharp mind for these types of things, but she kept her mouth shut to yours and Jim’s relief.

You would come to him under the guise of dropping off lunch, or even a fresh brewed cup of coffee. Even if he could easily make one for himself in the office, you would always have something in your hands to bring. The coffee was always nice, but it was an afterthought. Especially when he had you bent over the desk, the wood creaking and pretty much alerting anyone in the vicinity of your actions.

You tried often not to kiss too much, wanting to distance yourself in some ways. The kisses that you two shared usually were messy and sloppy, and everywhere else but your lips. Hopper didn’t mind too much, though sometimes he would cup your cheeks and kiss you deeply when he felt that fire in his heart burning a little too hot.

At times, he wondered if he was even good for you. He would mess up your life, considering the age gap was already an issue for a lot of people. If they knew that you and Jim were knockin’ boots—so to speak—then they would not understand why a pretty, young thing like you would want to get attached to someone like him. He wasn’t a bad man per se, but you had your whole life in front of you. Still, in your heart of hearts, you knew that he was the one you wanted. You weren’t ready to let him go.

The sex was always amazing too. He wasn’t about to quit that, even if you were quite the vixen. He’d end up sweaty, exhausted but plenty happy and satisfied. Even if you continued to paw at his softening cock and continued to press yourself up against him, he couldn’t help but feel much too old for you. He often has to remind himself that you are younger and have more stamina.

Yet Jim still continues to wow you. He continues to fuck you like a seasoned pornstar, making you quiver under him as he laps at you like you are his final meal. He fucks you hard and fast, trying his best not to let the tempo get too slow so that the two of you will fall harder for one another. That would be the ultimate failure for the two of you.

One night, he’s got you back at his place. The wine is smooth, the jazz record spinning in the corner of the room makes you sway to the sounds, and he is very much enjoying himself. It felt like ages since the two of you had stayed home at his place for the night. Every little dalliance seemed to have been somewhere a bit more public the last few weeks.

Jim gathers you in his arms, holding you close. You could smell the wine on his breath as he leaned in to kiss you. It’s a soft kiss, one that makes your head spin. Soon, he has you pushed onto the couch. You look up at him like he’s the greatest thing in the world, and if you were being honest, you most definitely thought that of him. Jim had to look away for a moment to regain his thoughts. 

“C’mere chief,” you whisper hotly. “Come fuck my brains out.”

You tug on the collar of his shirt, pulling you on top of him. It takes him so little time to undress you, showing off skin and parts of your body that he adores kissing and nipping at. You were beautiful like this—though you were beautiful always, thinks Jim. Right now, you looked downright angelic and it bothered him. It bothered him because how was he supposed to be casual with you.

His hands slide down your body, gripping the fat of your thighs and pulling you closer. He helps you wrap your legs around him before he kisses you deeply. You feel the roughness of the denim of his jeans pressing into your soaked pussy, and a whine escapes you as the friction is almost electrifying on your swollen clit.

He grins before kissing down your body, stopping only to suck on your pert nipples. He surprises you at times with his stamina and his romantic gestures, and he’s pulling out all the stops tonight. Jim Hopper wouldn’t be able to lie tonight if you asked him if he had feelings for you.

His hands reach for yours, before he kisses you deeply. For a few moments, it’s just you and him and making out. You grind against him, shuddering at the way his jeans seem to dig into your sensitive little cunt. He loves the way you’re so desperate for him. Suddenly, he flips you over and unbuckles his belt. He figures it’s better to fuck you without you looking up at him.

You gasp as he pushes into you, making you grip the arm of the couch to ground yourself. Jim’s cursing under his breath at the way your pussy seems to just grip him, sucking him in deeper. He takes a deep breath before slamming into you over and over again, making you squeal with pleasure. The way the couch shakes with each harsh thrust turns you both on even more.

Your orgasm crashes over you fast, and you slump down as you feel weak in the knees. He surprises you by flipping you back over on your back, his cock nestled deep inside of you once more. But this time, the pace is much more intimate and slow. His eyes are piercing as he looks at you. You reach up to cup his cheeks and you initiate the kiss this time.

“I…fuck I love you…” he grunts. 

You feel the air being knocked out of you, and you cling to him. “Say it again. Please.”

He laughs as he realizes what he’s just said. So he kisses you harshly, quieting you. “I said I love you, what else do you want to hear?”

You laugh as well, but it turns into a moan when he hits your sweet spot dead on. “Fuck, love you too, Jim.”

He doesn’t need to hear it again, no. It’s too good to be true, but in this moment, it’s the thing that keeps you together. A few more thrusts has him spilling deep inside of you, and he’s pressing frantic kisses all over your neck and shoulders as he slowly comes down from his orgasm. Then he’s pulling out of you, and he has you on top of him.

“Sooo…everyone in town is gonna talk.” You mention as you nuzzle against him.

“Let them talk. You’re mine.”

You can’t argue with that. And with the way he holds you right now, you can tell he doesn’t care about what anyone will say.

Your eyes were always set on Chief Jim Hopper. Something about the tortured gruffness of him attracted you in ways you never knew before. An innocent crush some may call it. Just letting your gaze hang on him for a moment, then looking away. And unlike most, you were always around Hopper. He was your best friend's dad—yeah, that makes the morality of it all very questionable, but you’d be crazy to act on it.

Although Eleven was practically an adult, she still stayed at home, and that’s where you came in. Sleepover, gossiping and telling her all about the petty drama between you and your coworker who was old enough to be your mother, giving her the whole story about the pervy guy who works in the food court that won’t stop staring at you, reading her book of your life that you weren't able to experience with each other—the reason being that you recently moved to Hawkins at the age of 18. 

The love you had for Eleven was immense; you’d do nothing ever to hurt her. Doing that you crush your heart flat into a paper-thin sheet of sadness and regret, and that’s why you have no damn clue how you ended up crossing the big red line that was an unspoken rule among all friendships, no fooling around with your friend's dad. It shouldn’t need to be said but it’s common sense.

Like everyone knows, when you’re done cooking, turn the fire off; when you’re done washing your hands, turn the faucet off; when you leave your house; lock the door; When you have a friend; do not have sexual relations with her dad. But here you were, arms tightly wrapped around Hopper's neck, your bare bodies pressed up against each other with a sheer of sweat seeping from the pores of your skin—fueled by pure pleasure and the horrific idea of being caught while Eleven was sound asleep in the next room. 

The voices in your head were at war, the rational one trying to scream over the other one, telling you that this is so messed up and bad. You're such a bad friend. What would she think about this? She’d hate you. But in the next breath, you hear It doesn’t matter, she’ll never find out. This is good, it feels so good. He feels so good. He’s so big and you’ve never felt this good before, don’t stop. The intense pressure your teeth are exerting on your bottom lip hurts. But you needed to stay quiet. His hips rocked into your seeping tight cunt, your creamy arousal leaving a ring around the base of his cock as he fucked you slowly and good.

His grunts were low. Gruttal and strained. Straight in your ear. It was erotic. Something you’d read in one of your mom's romance books that she failed to hide from her children when you were a teen. Taboo. Just plan wrong. “You're so fucking tight—“ he whispers into your ear before planning a soft kiss behind it, his rough calloused hands fondling and playing with your tits. His pace was agonizingly slow, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix every time as he pulled and inched right back in, filling you to the hilt. 

The tear that fell from your eyes was a mix of guilt and pleasure. You shook your head, trying to contain your sob. “This is so bad.” you croaked out a little too loud, releasing Hopper's neck from your tight sex induced grip and baling your fist up into the sheets underneath your hot bodies. Hopper's hand clasped over your mouth—it’s so big it covers half of your face.

“Don’t say that. Baby, if it feels good, then it can’t be bad…right?” he says quietly, words twisted and wrong, but the mind fog of pleasure clouded your senses, so you nodded, fat salty tears dropped slipping down your temples. “Exactly. Now relax and enjoy this. You deserve it, sweetheart.” he cooed, quickening his thrusts fast enough to have the tense muscles of your body unclench and melt into his mattress, eyes fluttering shut as he rutted into, his chest heaving and breathing heavy. 

“You deserve to feel good,” He lifts your thigh and hooks it over his shoulder, his length reaching another level of depth you didn’t know existed. Your cries and moans are muffled in the palm of his hand as you look down to see him bulging through your stomach. You gasp at the obstinacy of it all the same he sees it too. “Look at that. I’m in your fuckin’ stomach. You like that don’t you, baby?” You nod again, holding to his arm as an anchor—saving yourself from getting too cockdrunk, as extra precaution to make sure he keeps you nice and “quiet” and from facing the embarrassment, humiliation, and lifelong loss of a friend. 

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you knew that what you and jim were doing was wrong.

hawkins wasn’t a huge town after all — if people found out what you’d both been doing together, you’d be crucified. gossip spread like wildfire around here so good thing this was the last time.

or so what you both had told yourselves.

you’d landed this job by a mere fluke. flo — the previous secretary of hawkins police station had given up her job four months ago, retired. and luckily you had just happened to have some office qualifications and got in.

by no means was the job easy — you practically worked your ass off everyday and sometimes even stayed after hours to get some of the never ending paperwork done.

but there was one person that made your days a little less stressful — well, that’s what a good fuck’ll do to you, right?

jim hopper, hawkins chief of police.

this whole thing between the two of you — something you weren’t even sure you’d call a romance started right around your second month on the job.

at first, jim was fine. professional, a little cranky at times and sarcastic. he didn’t hassle himself with getting overly close to you, just came in, did his job and went home. but you were sort of drawn to him. like a moth to a flame. did it come from having no father figure in your life whatsoever? likely. but he was just.. real. he said what everyone else was afraid to say they were feeling. he was straight up, no fucking around and had that dry kind of sense of humour that you’d catch yourself chuckling at every once in a while.

so one night, while working late in the office you and jim.. sort of just happened. a rough fuck over his desk was the start of everything. and now, as much as you both tried to convince yourselves that it was wrong and that you needed to stop, you both couldnt seem to get enough of the other.

it was one of those mornings that made you not want to get out of bed. the weather was gloomy, a little wet from the fall rain but still had that kind of beauty to it that made everything feel cozy.

the office was warm when you made it inside, your desk just the way you left it. you checked your watch, 6:23 am.

you liked to get in early. it made you feel productive, like you were achieving something before most people had even made it out of bed.

you set your bag down and settled into your chair with a sigh, already starting to look over your schedule of whatever bullshit you had to put up with today, but a familiar voice pulled you out of your concentration.

“you’re here early,”

jim.

you turned your spinning chair around to face him and was met with him standing in the doorway of his own office. you, out of habit and maybe nerves fixed your hair, a surprised chuckle escaping.

“i could say the same thing about you, chief,” you mused, standing up and adjusting your skirt, taking a couple steps in his direction. “what’s got you out of bed?”

his expression stayed neutral but you could see that underlying amusement in his eyes. “just thought i’d get a head start on lookin’ over some of that paperwork on the spray painting incident.”

“really?” you smiled, clearly unconvinced. “so you didn’t come to see me?” you cocked your head to the side, a cheeky grin crossing your lips.

you shouldn’t be doing this.

this is wrong.

jim seemed to stifle a noise, shuffling on his feet. “hm. i don’t know, maybe i did. might just have to come into my office and find out.” he mumbled.

you snorted. “is that your attempt at flirting?”

“just get your ass into the fucking office.”

and that’s how you ended up here — jim waiting expectantly on his office chair, legs spread invitingly as he watched you unbutton your blouse.

“i hope you know that this is the last time, kid. we seriously have to stop after this.” he said, trying to sound responsible despite the fucking tent in his pants.

he was whipped and he knew it.

“mhm. last time, totally.” you nodded in mock seriousness, pouting in an authoritative looking manner to mirror his own. you unbuttoned the last of the buttons and allowed your baby pink blouse to fall open, your white, lacy bra coming into view. you bit your lip as jim’s eyes spilled over your figure, taking in those full breasts of yours, your nipples which were peaked in anticipation slightly visible through the thin material.

“fuck,” he groaned head tilting back. he signalled you over with two fingers, an action that could’ve made you cum on the spot itself. you strutted teasingly slow over to him and as soon as you were in reach he pulled you by your wrist into his lap, manoeuvring you so you were straddling him. you squealed a little at the sudden action and soon his hands were up cupping your breasts. “you look so beautiful in lace, you know that?”

your throat tightened a little as his words. it was something so small but it wasn’t often that hopper complimented you like that. it was usually just some lewd comment about your ass or how your legs looked in a certain outfit — not that you didn’t enjoy those ones — but this one just felt a little different, tender maybe?

“i guess i do now.” you whispered, voice breathy as you leaned in to capture his lips with your own. he tasted of coffee and something else you couldn’t quite place, something just.. uniquely jim, you guessed. he responded to the kiss eagerly, shifting you in his lap so he could flip up your pencil skirt, hands grabbing greedy handfuls of your thighs until they eventually drifted up to the matching panties you were wearing. his fingers found your already over excited bundle of nerves over your underwear and they pressed down on it as you both made out.

the feeling made you moan against his lips, tongue now sloppily exploring his mouth as you bucked your hips into his hand. the feeling was so delicious, even more so with the layers between the two of you.

you pulled back breathlessly, hands travelling up to his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath your palms. “do you have a condom?”

he heaved a breath, face slightly flushed and lips pink from the bonne bell strawberry lip smacker you had applied before work. he lifted his hips up while keeping you on his lap and reached into the butt pocket of his khaki pants — pulling out his leather wallet. he opened it up and pulled out a trojan from it, holding it between two of his fingers and smiling like he’d won a prize.

you giggled at his face, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “you’re an idiot.”

“hm,” he hummed, hands cupping your waist and thumbs stroking idle circles into your skin. “but you still want this idiot to fuck you. so.. that makes you a bit of an idiot too, doesn’t it?”

you shrugged, grinning at his playfulness, something that was rare for jim, especially in work. “maybe it does,” you rocked your hips into his own in an experimental grind, humming when you heard him groan at the sensation. “how about you get to it then, idiot?”

“fine then.. idiot.” he replies in a mocking, slightly bratty-child tone. you shifted back on his lap enough for him to get his fly open, his hands working the button and zipper of his work pants. “up,” he orders, tapping your hip but you didn’t budge. he looked at you with a confused expression, clearly not expecting this sudden adamancy.

you flushed a little, crookedly smiling as you leaned in to whisper in his ear. “want you to.. keep your uniform on.”

you pulled back and you were met with the cockiest goddamn smirk that it almost made you wish you hadn’t said anything.

“you like my uniform, honey?” he asked, clearly amused.

“oh shut up,” you grumbled, manoeuvring yourself a little awkwardly to pull his boxers down while still on top of him and freeing his hard cock from his pants that were hardly down his thighs. you fisted him and jim immediately groaned in satisfaction at the feeling of your soft hand around his dick. “goddamn, someone’s eager.”

you moaned softly, leaning into his lips yet again and giving his cock a shallow stroke while you clumsily tore the condom open and took it out of it’s wrapper, fumbling with it a little while rolling it onto his cock. hopper kissed you back, hands travelling under your skirt to pull your panties aside, the cheap material ripping a little at the rough action. jim hiked your skirt up just above your lower belly, exposing your cunt to his lap.

“just want your cock jim,” you whined.

hopper chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “yeah, i can see that. pussy’s dripping all over this damn uniform, trouble.” he said in a slightly mocking tone, as if he found it amusing how aroused you became around him.

“mm, it’s all for you,” you hummed, voice breaking into a whimper when he collected your slick from your hole and brought it up to your clit, massaging your sticky fluid into that bundle of nerves. your hips twitched forward at the sensation, head tipping back as pleasure washed over you.

“come on, baby,” he encouraged, his other hand caressing your side. “ride my dick. show me just how much you need me.”

that was all the encouragement you needed. you took his cock into your hand rubbed it against your slick hole, teasing yourself a little by putting it in and taking it out a couple times. you dug your nails into his shirt clad shoulders and in one swift movement, you sunk down onto his length, your pussy greedily swallowing him up and your walls welcoming him gracefully. jim wasn’t huge in length but he was thick so he never failed to hit that spot inside you and the anticipation for that moment was enough to slick you up even more.

hoppers head tipped back, hanging awkwardly off the chair as he felt your heat envelope him so comfortingly. the feeling of your wet walls hugging him so damn tightly was enough to nearly make him loose it. he had been thinking about this all morning so hopefully he didn’t really show his age and cum in seconds. “jesus, sweetie. she’s squeezing me so tight.” he grunted, his hands going to your hips supportively.

“fuck, jim,” you breathed, your head dropping forward and thumping gently against his chest. you let yourself sit with the feeling of him stretching you, you always found this angle a little more intense.

“take your time,” he comforted in a surprisingly soft voice, one of his hands holding the back of your neck, his thumb stroking idle circles into your skin as you regained your bearings.

you pressed a kiss to the material of his shirt, rolling your hips experimentally just to feel his member graze your swollen g-spot. you bit your lip, moaning through your teeth when you felt his dick put such a perfect amount of pressure on where you needed it the most.

“that’s it honey, get yourself used to it before you get to bouncing.” he instructed, his fingers finding their way to your scalp, his blunt nails scratching you there.

“feels good,” you mumbled, pulling your head back from his chest and looking up at him. he looked so beautiful like this, so masculine with his uniform on and his hat. before you could over think it, you plucked the hat from his head and with a sheepish smile, put it on the top of your own head. you giggled and brought your hands to his shoulders as you started to ride him with more intention now, rolling your hips a little more confidently.

he let out a breathy laugh, looking up at you while he guided your hips. “what’s this all about? trying to be a cowgirl?”

you hummed thoughtfully. “well, i think i ride you pretty well.” you moaned.

“hm. suppose that you do.” he agreed, his hands sliding up your torso to cup your covered breasts, kneading them in his hand while you moved your hips in a steady rhythm.

you let out a choked sound, adjusting your position so you could start to bounce a little unsteadily in his lap, the backs of your thighs now starting to thud against his own partially covered ones.

jim moaned, the sound a little startled from the sudden determination in your moves. “fuck, kid. gonna make me cum if you keep that up.”

your lips parted in a messy moan at his words and the feeling of your clit rubbing off his skin. “god, just keep talking,”

“yeah?” he asked, his fingers starting to dig a little painfully into your now bouncing, covered breasts. “you like when i talk dirty to you, doll?”

you could only respond with a half moaned “mhm,” too focused on the task at hand to think of something hot to respond with.

“yeah, i think you do,” he replied for you. “think this pussy likes it anyway. can feel it twitching around me. you gonna cum, sweetheart? you gonna cum on my cock?”

soon, the only response you could say was a babbled “gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum,” before you were gushing on his cock, your fluid running down his length and making a mess of the thin hairs at his base. your bounces started to become uneven so hopper took over, using his big hands to bounce your wrung out body in his lap to get himself closer to his own climax.

“s’too much, too much jim,” you whispered urgently, your head falling forward into his shoulder.

“hold on, m’nearly there, oh, fuck,” he grunted.” “here it comes,” he spilled into the condom with a broken groan, hands squeezing your waist as he fucked himself through the last spurts of his orgasm. you groaned tiredly into his shoulder, relieved when he finally stopped bouncing you on his cock.

“goddamn,” he breathed, rubbing your back a little. “made a bit of a mess, huh?”

“mmhm. too bad we did this in your office. means you have to clean it up.” you quipped, slowly pulling out of your hazy, post-orgasm state.

jim raised his head at that immediately. “hey — what? that’s not f—”

“not fair?” you giggled, slipping off of his lap and rummaging through one of his drawers to look for something to wipe yourself down with, coming across a couple of deli napkins — good enough. “i seem to recall you saying the exact same thing to me last week when we did activities like this at my desk.” you argued, wiping between your thighs quickly before balling the thin napkins and tossing them in the trash can underneath jim’s desk.

jim looked up at you with a clearly unimpressed face, grabbing your blouse and tossing it to you while pulling the used condom off of his softening length with a grimace.

“think of it this way,” you smirked. “we won’t be doing this again, as you said, so, this’ll be the last time you’ll have to do this, right?”

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And what you've learnt, is that you respond well to authority; your small town chief of a man the perfect person to carry out such a role. Though he's dominant in a way that's gentle and soft — like it's about taking charge and fulfilling needs rather than anything selfish, or heedless. And these said needs he fulfils, are yours. But there's only one small thing he asks in return: he gets to choose where he unloads.

You're tucked into Hopper's side, bare body fused into his nude upper half — pudgy skin sweaty and warm against you. He's on his side, resting on a bent arm beside your head; inner hand supporting the weight of his head as he whispers obscenities into your mouth. His opposing hand wanders you, touch featherlight, bordering on non-existent as he trails your skin; finger tips failing to graze the same place more than once. 

But now, his hand sits at the side of your neck, palm large and rough as it slots into the dip — so perfectly it's hard to imagine it wasn't made specifically for that area, for you. His thumb skims along the bottom of your lip, pad of it playing with the flesh that ghosts his. He slips it inside your mouth slowly and rests it atop your tongue, waiting for you to curl it around him like you always seem to do.

He retracts it as leisurely as when he popped it in. "And y'know my favourite part of that?" he whispers, voice low and husky as it fills your mouth, the prior taste of you evident on his tongue. The ask came from a place of continuation, question almost rhetorical as he refers to the previous filth he uttered against you.

He presses a faint kiss to your lips and pulls back, heavy wanting eyes flickering over your face like he had no control of where his sight lands. You give him a small shake of the head and it's then a little smile creeps out, the expression so genuine it reaches your eyes. 

"No," you whisper in response. "What?"

His hand placement alters and he slides it to sit just at the base of your neck. He's careful and cautious as he gives it a pulse, thumb and fingers giving it a squeeze on either side.

"It's when I see those pretty eyes of yours get all teary…" he pauses, searing a deep, lengthy kiss to your lips — motion unrushed, like he was savouring it, taking his time. "And you get all shy," he pauses, pressing another kiss and another. 

You divert your eyes, head tilting aside as if to cower from his appreciating, observant eyes. 

"Like that," he teases, a small sly grin forming. He knew you, he could real you like a book. He knew all your tells.

He dips in again, only not your lips, off to the side this time. He presses a short string of kisses to the corner of your mouth, planting them to where he can reach with your heads tilted position. His hand around your throat continues to lower, palm flat and evident as he eventually situates it on your pubic bone, the weight of it noticeable against you.

His middle fingers extends downwards, raking through your priorly fucked cunt, pussy lips soaked and taken care of, yet he returns for more. For himself this time; rock hard, unattended-to cock practically poking you in the hip, begging for attention. He dips it, his finger, sinking it between the mess he had made of you those many minutes before.

"Got it in you for one more, hm?" he hums, gaze peering down to you.

You give him a nod, a fairly uncertain one at that. You weren't sure if that were even possible, but yet, you agree. 

A prideful glow twinkles in his eyes. "Course'ya do… that's my girl," he kisses your cheek, arousal-soaked facial hair rubbing off on your skin. "That's my girl," he repeats, tone gravelly and possessive as he utters it — as if he knew it to be a phrase you favoured most.

His finger swirls in the messy state that is between your thighs, tip of it collecting slick with very little effort at all, if not, none at all. He joins his ring finger, connecting it with his middle as he sinks them both inside you once again; not an ounce of resistance restricting him. He slips right on in. 

They each curl upwards, locating that savoured spot of yours as effortlessly as they did earlier on — one of the spots that's already had quite the taking tonight. He rubs at it, running the pads of his fingers over the internal ridges as his palm pushes in further, creating suction atop your cunt. The heel of it locates the burning, spent bundle of nerves that is your clit, and you recoil — a whiny, airy, almost pained moan falls from your lips at the contact.

Hopper coos, the sound teasing, patronising even. Though it wasn't all disingenuous, there was a hint of concern etched on his face — thick brows furrowing, like he could tell the difference between the sounds you make. 

"Hurtin’ real good, ain't she?" he hums into your temple, lips hovering over the skin there like it was an offer to comfort. 

He loosens his hold over your pussy and retracts his fingers, deciding you may need a little longer than originally suggested. And so he places his palm atop the crease where cunt meets thigh, hand placement calculated as his fingers toy lightly with the skin of you just below. He's looking down at you now, blue eyes almost doting as they study you. 

Though you can't help but divert yours away again.

"D'I tell you to look away?" he cranes his neck ever so slightly, making you meet him. "Eyes on me," he utters, a faux sense of sternness blooming. 

But really he just turns to mush when he sees that attempt you make to hide your smile, the light in your eyes giving it away. You like the subtly in his directions, the way he gives it too. He can't help but return yours with a similar expression of his own: a poorly concealed smirk. 

Though that only lasts so long when he feels your fingers join his, your antsy hand directing him back to your cunt, and it's then a pained expression replaces the one of bliss from before. You just made it harder and harder to ignore the ache leaking between his own thighs, the one he'd been neglecting as a means to take care of you. 

He was waiting for you to come down a little more before he sinks his dick into what he's been after the whole night; he's selfless like that. But it's when he sees that needy little flicker in your eye that he realises, that time is now. You were ready and that was your subtle, wordless signal.

Jim pulls his hand away from between your thighs and guides it upwards, reaching for your face. He gives your cheek a few light taps as a proud grin tugs on his lips, there really was no hiding it that time.

"Wan' see how much I love you, mhm?" he murmurs, lowered voice changing in pitch with his repositioning.

He's between your legs now, reddened, aching cock leaking precum in his hand as he gives it a few prudent pumps; it was a dangerous game to play, he shouldn't be doing that, he didn't want to cum before he's even been inside you. You mirror him, shimmying your position to line up with him — trying to be nice and helpful.

But it makes no difference, he tugs you by the hips, pulling you down the mattress so as to better feed himself into you. He's on his knees between your legs, head of his cock itching for the suction-like warmth of your cunt. He sucks on his teeth, chest heaving impatiently as he eases himself inside you fully — relief evident in that breathy groan he gives you. 

Your face contorts blissfully, your mien practically mirroring his. 

"Feelin' too good," his head shakes regretfully, like he hates the thought he otherwise would have slobbered over. Hopper's eyes close and he clamps down on his lips for a moment, seemingly trying to compose himself as his thumb twiddles with your clit.

He winds his hips into you once maybe twice, before he's losing that sense of control he desperately claws onto, rough deep grunts following as it builds inside him. Leaking inside you, he fills you with himself as he gives you a few uncontrolled, unplanned thrusts; twitching cock with a mind of it's own. He pulls himself out. Still coming, he unloads what remains atop your cunt — white milky drops making a Pollock painting. 

By now, his eyes have snapped open, gaze focused between your thighs as he watches himself leak all over you; his mess mixing with yours that he'd previously smeared around. His laboured breathing begins to even out, but yours has not yet subsided; you were in awe. It might be one of the hottest things he'd ever done to you. 

He meets your eyes, and its then you give him another smile — a teeny, tiny pleased one spreading across the lower of your face. Hopper gives you a little chuckle in return, head shaking gratifyingly as he eases his spent cock back inside you like a plug, stopping his seed from seeping out.

Lowering, he hovers above and slips an arm behind you, holding you tight as he rolls; keeping your body latched to his as he turns onto his back. You adjust yourself like he does, and you itch upwards, pressing your lips to his as you plead for some kisses. 

With his hands from the small of your back, he brings them your face, each of them holding the sides of your head — holding you there as he guides you in to repeatedly sear deep, extolling kisses to your lips. Like he was silently appreciating you and thanking you for being so good to him. For allowing him to unload in his most favoured place.

Hopper who..

wakes up in the middle of the night and instead of going back to sleep, he simply admires you in all your sleepy glory.

kisses you deeply, and holds you like the world is ending because it is.

lets his tongue caress yours and lifts you to straddle his hips and grind down on him.

lets you pepper his face with soft kisses and then pulls away just to look at you with those love glazed eyes and sweet honey smile thats only reserved for you.

eats you out like a man starving while he grinds his hips down into the mattress looking for even the slightest of relief, before even letting you think about him fucking you.

takes your virginity by telling you, "jus' the tip honey."

lets you sink yourself all the way down your first time, "jesus' baby, y're gonna kill me here."

struggles to hold himself back from snapping his hips up into yours, you just feels so good.

lets you cocktrain with him at your own pace. and when you take him all the way down your throat for the first time he swears he sees stars.

sits in a chair opposite to your bed and watches you chase that high on your fingers, whining for him you "can't -mmph- reach the spot, only you can.. please help me," tears gathering at the corner of your eyes pleading with him to have some sort of mercy.

and lord does he comply. he consumes you on his tongue, absolutely pussydrunk on you, "thats it sweetie," fucking you with his fingers, "go on baby... take what you need from me." you came five times that night. twice on his tongue, once just from his fingers, and twice more on his cock.

watches you babble as he fucks you raw and deep, "atta girl, you can take it.."

"so fuckin' beautiful"

"my girl, takin' me like a fucking champ baby.."

feels you clamp down on him in multiple pulses, sees you legs shake then seize and tense up. watches your mouth fall in a quiet scream as that deep tangle at the bottom of your tummy snaps.

cant stop himself from spilling deep deep inside you when he watches you squirt the first time

thinks about fucking you like this for the rest of your life because fuck he loves you so much.

exhausted and spent, still makes sure his girl gets taken care of.

cleaning you up with a soft damp towel, carrying you to the bathroom making sure youre okay, giving you water until he deems you safely hydrated, smooths your hair away from your face.

whispers sweet nothings, making sure you know he loves you because damn he does.

loves you like he's never loved before and will never love anyone like he loves you.

dividers - @uzmacchiato & @saradika-graphics