summary: you wake to the delightful smells of your handsome partner's baking filling the apartment and you join him in the kitchen, where you end up begging him to put a bun in your oven.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut with lots of fluff, oral sex (m receiving), piv sex, creampie, teasing, slight edging, fingering (f receiving), come play, little bit of overstimulation, finger sucking, dirty talk, daddy kink, breeding kink with actual breeding, praise kink, slight captain kink, pet names (love, kitten, baby), aftercare, multiple orgasms, established relationship
word count: 6.5k
a/n: i was having a bit of writer's block so i got some coffee and took a walk to one of my local book stores on a nice fall day and by the time i got home i had the original idea for this fic! it was just gonna be reader giving baker!steve head in their kitchen but then the breeding kink took over like whoa and here we are!!! and i'm not even a little bit upset about it because baker!steve is a menace (enough that i really wanna write more parts but we'll see if i actually get around to doing that 🫣). anyway, please enjoy, i hope y'all love baker!steve just as much as i do!!!
a cozy steve rogers autumn masterlist
You woke to the smell of cinnamon and apples and the sound of rain pitter-pattering against the window of your bedroom. Cracking your eyes open as you flopped onto your back and stretched, you glanced out the window, catching a glimpse of the beautiful gray sky and the autumn leaves blowing on the wind down the Brooklyn street where you lived with your partner Steve Rogers.
You’d already surmised from the sweet scent of his apple cinnamon rolls filling the apartment that he’d gotten up hours before, so when you reached out a hand to his side of the bed, you weren’s surprised to find the sheets cold. Rolling over, you planted your face in Steve’s pillow, inhaling his rich, comforting scent, like warm bread and woodsmoke. It brought you peace and made you feel as safe as if his arms were wrapped around you, but you longed for more—the heat of his skin against yours, the rasp of his stubble, the softness of his lips.
With those thoughts filling your still half-asleep mind, you dragged yourself from the bed, pulled on some fuzzy socks and stepped into some slippers, leaving the rest of yourself as you were. As you always did, you’d worn one of Steve’s t-shirts to bed, the bottom hem skimming your upper thighs and barely covering your ass. You knew he’d like seeing you in his shirt—he always made a pleased sound deep in his chest when he caught sight of you wearing his clothes. Just thinking about it made you smile and your body warm in anticipation.
You padded into the kitchen, which, thanks to the oven having been on for a few hours, was plenty warm enough for you to be wearing nothing but Steve’s t-shirt, panties, socks and slippers. Steve was dressed just as casually, a soft gray tank top clinging to his chest and back, and darker gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You smiled as you watched the back of Steve’s head bob in time to the music playing softly in the kitchen. It was one of your playlists, featuring songs that reminded you of fall, but Steve enjoyed it just as much as you.
Steve’s back was to you, his arms and shoulders shifting like he was kneading dough, which he probably was, and the sight of him was simply too enticing for you to ignore. You knew he could hear you padding across the kitchen, but he didn’t say anything as you approached. You wrapped your arms around Steve from behind, plastering yourself to his muscular back and burying your face between his shoulder blades, inhaling his scent straight from the source. It filled you with a fizzling, giddy kind of warmth and you snuggled deeper into Steve.
“Good morning, love,” Steve rumbled in a voice that was still scratchy and deep from when he’d woken up. You sighed happily, squeezing your arms tighter around him. It wasn’t often that you got to see him in the morning, since he usually woke up and left for his bakery before your alarm went off. But it was the weekend, so Steve was all yours—as were his apple cinnamon rolls and whatever else he was baking.
“Morning,” you mumbled back. Sleep teased at the edges of your awareness, your body relaxing from how warm and contented you felt leaning against Steve’s back. Idly, your hands stroked up and down his chiseled chest, tracing the lines of his body that you knew so well. Even after so many years, he was still cut like a god.
Though Steve had essentially retired from being Captain America, and given his shield to his close friend Sam Wilson, he was still a super-soldier and had the body of a superhero—no matter how many of his own baked confections he ate. Of course, what his body looked like didn’t matter much to you, but you thoroughly enjoyed Steve’s super-strength. It was fun getting tossed around and manhandled by the former Captain America.
As your mind strayed to thoughts of what else Steve could do with his hands beside knead dough—specifically what they could do to you—your fingers slipped under the hem of Steve’s shirt and you raked your nails lightly over his abs. You felt his muscles contract beneath your fingertips as he let out a rumbling, almost tortured groan.
“Mm, ‘m almost done, kitten,” he said in that deliciously deep voice that sent heat curling through your body. It puckered your nipples and settled heavily between thighs until you were pressing them together to stave off your urge to squirm.
“Take your time, captain,” you said in a sweet murmur, one of your hands still raking your nails lightly over his abs, laughing softly when his muscles jumped beneath your fingertips. Your other hand slid down to the hem of Steve’s sweatpants, toying with the edge before dipping beneath, finding him already half-hard. You wrapped your hand loosely around his length and began stroking him lightly while you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the back of Steve’s neck. “I can keep myself busy until you’re ready for me,” you said in a husky, teasing voice.
A pained groan slipped from Steve’s mouth and you thought you heard a dull cracking sound from the counter as he kneaded the dough harder with his hands. You chuckled against his spine, unrepentant about teasing him while he was busy. Pressing kisses between his shoulder blades, you stroked him more firmly, feeling his cock get hard in your hand. He was bucking his hips lightly into your grasp by the time he tossed the ball of dough into a bowl and covered it with a dish towel.
Steve took a moment to wipe his hands on another towel and then he was turning in your arms, his hands reaching for you. You caught a glimpse of the desirous hunger in his blue gaze before you slipped away from his grasp, and began lowering yourself to your knees with a smirk. Steve kicked off his slippers and nudged them beneath your knees before your skin collided with the cold tile of the kitchen and your heart warmed at the way he took care of you. It only made you all the more determined to take care of him in return.
Your gaze lowered to the significant bulge in the front of Steve’s gray sweatpants, the soft fabric leaving nothing to your imagination and your smile turned wicked with hunger. “Is this treat all for me, captain?” you asked in a tauntingly demure voice, looking up and catching your partner’s eye. You held his heated gaze as you leaned forward, pressing suckling kisses to his cock through his sweatpants.
“Kitten,” Steve rasped in warning, his expression darkening with desire. His hands were gripping the edge of the granite counter, and you could see from your position on your knees that his knuckles were turning white with his effort to hold back from touching you or rushing you. You didn’t think the counter had any hope of surviving Steve’s restraint, and that thought only made you smirk as you nuzzled your soft cheek against his hard cock.
“Relax, captain,” you murmured teasingly, trying to look innocent but failing for the smirk on your lips while you teased his cock through his sweatpants. “Let me play with my treat before I put it in my mouth.” You licked up the length of his cock over the cotton covering him and Steve let out a deep, tortured groan. That time, you knew you heard the counter make a sharp cracking sound.
Chuckling to yourself, you decided you’d teased him enough and hooked your fingers in the hem of his pants, dragging them down his thick, muscular thighs. The moment the tip of Steve’s cock bounced free, you ducked forward, wrapping your lips around it and eagerly licked up his precum. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned at the delicious, musky taste of him. The vibrations from your lips wrenched a pleasured grunt from Steve as you shoved his pants the rest of the way down.
“That’s it, kitten, lick up daddy’s cream,” Steve rumbled, his voice going lower as his words turned filthy. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at him, the throbbing center between you legs growing wetter at the intensity of his blue gaze. “Does it taste good, baby?”
Heat raced through your veins, Steve’s dirty talk going straight to your core and making you clench down around nothing. You knew he’d asked a question but the feeling of Steve in your mouth was too good to give up to answer, so you moaned and stared up into his eyes while you nodded, your tongue licking the underside of his cock.
“Good girl,” Steve purred, his eyes going heavy-lidded as he watched you. He stroked the backs of his fingers over your cheek, praising you as you worshipped the head of his cock, running the tip of your tongue through the slit at the tip and tasting more of his precum. “That’s it, kitten, play with your treat—play with daddy’s cock.”
You hummed in acknowledgement, smiling around the head of Steve’s cock as you held his stare and began to suck and bob on him. Steve’s blue eyes shone with an undying devotion and depthless hunger that always turned you on even more, his softness for you making you want to give him as much pleasure as possible. You pushed your mouth down on Steve’s length, your hand wrapping around the base while you sucked greedily on his cock.
Steve let out another grunt of pleasure. “F-fuck, that’s it, suck daddy’s cock,” he bit out, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he clenched his teeth. His hands both gripped the granite counter at his back, and you heard a soft cracking sound when you lapped at the underside of his cock with your tongue. “Your mouth—jesus, so warm and wet—fucking hell, you aways feel so perfect, love.”
A smile teased at the corners of your mouth as Steve unraveled under your adoration of his cock and you refocused on your task, making him lose himself to the pleasure of your tongue and lips. You bobbed your head on Steve’s cock, your hand working the base of him as you sucked on his hard length, your tongue licking up every drop of precum he had to offer and greedily swallowing it down.
Above you, the counter was cracking in protest as Steve’s hands gripped it tighter, his mouth babbling every dirty thing he could think of as you did your best to make him see god.
“Fuck—f-fuck, baby,” he groaned in that low, filthy voice you loved so much. “Feels s’good, you’re taking daddy’s cock so well.” His hands finally gave up holding onto the counter and he cradled your head in his palms, his touch gentle even as his words got dirtier and dirtier. “Fuck, ‘m leaking so much in your mouth, baby. Drink my cream—drink daddy’s cream like a good kitten.” You hummed again, teasing his cock with the vibrations and licked and sucked on the tip to taste more of his precum. “Oh god, oh fuck, that’s it, baby—love your mouth, love your tongue, fucking hell, I love you so much.”
Your heart was filled to the brim with your love for Steve and you showed him how much you adored him by using your mouth to work him up even higher. It wasn’t long before Steve’s hips were bucking lightly away from the counter, shoving his cock deep in your throat and nearly making you gag. You slid your free hand up under his shirt, pushing against his abs until he stopped moving, his mouth biting off a growl and his fingers flexing against your head as he held back the desire to take control.
Reaching over his head, Steve pulled his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the kitchen you couldn’t see with your mouth full of his cock. As you glanced up, taking in the glory of Steve’s shirtless chest, all his muscles and golden skin on display in the warm yellow light of the kitchen, you noticed the finger-shaped indents in the edges of the counter and had to stifle a snicker.
When Steve’s cock began throbbing and you knew he was close, you pulled your lips off his length with a soft, audible pop. A desperate growl, almost a whine, rumbled in his chest as you stroked him with both hands, but the sound of protest died when you ducked your head to lick and kiss and suck on his balls. Steve groaned, loud and long, and when you tilted your head back to get a look at him, his face was twisted in pleasure. You giggled, catching his attention, and Steve’s face softened as he stared down at you, his fingers stroking your cheek reverently again.
“Feel good, daddy?” you asked in a husky whisper, your voice rough from sleep and sucking his cock. Without waiting for an answer, you licked up the underside of Steve’s cock, capturing the latest drop of precum on your tongue for swallowing it down with a happy smile. “D’you like feeling your kitten lick up all your cream right after she wakes up?”
“Mm, fuck, I love it so much, baby,” Steve rumbled, his eyes darkening as he watched you place suckling kisses all over his hard length. His cock twitched against your lips and he bit off a groan. “Ya gonna let daddy fill your mouth up with his cream?”
You hummed in thought, teasing him for a moment as you kissed the tip of his cock and lazily licked him, cleaning up the mix of your drool and his precum from the head. “I think I want daddy’s cream somewhere else,” you murmured, flicking your eyes up to Steve’s and staring at him from under your lashes as you confessed what you really wanted. “Will you come in my kitty, daddy?” you asked in a breathy, excited voice. You could feel yourself dripping into your panties, and as much as you’d wanted to give Steve head, you wanted his cock buried in your cunt even more. “I want you to fill up my pretty pussy with all your cream.”
“Oh fuck, c’mere,” Steve said in a deep, demanding tone. He reached down and grabbed you under your arms, lifting you easily to your feet.
You giggled at his enthusiasm while Steve hauled you up higher, grabbing large handfulls of your ass. You kicked your feet, your slippers sliding off and joining his on the kitchen floor before you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your giggles gave way to a moan when your still clothed core pressed against his hard length, feeling his hot hardness throb between your slick lower lips through your panties.
Grabbing Steve’s face, you pulled him in for a kiss, your lips sliding against each other messily as Steve carried you to the closest flat surface where he could lay you down—which happened to be the sturdy kitchen table. Your back pressed to the cold wood and you gasped into Steve’s mouth, though he only rumbled a needy sound deep in his chest in response. His hands were everywhere, stroking up underneath the shirt of his you were wearing, and grabbing at the soft flesh of your hips and ass.
“Need inside your cunt, love,” he grumbled, his fingers fumbling with your panties as he tried to pull them off. The scrap of cloth didn’t get far down your thighs, though, because you refused to remove your legs from around his waist. You were busy pressing kisses to his jaw and cheeks, delighting in the scrape of his stubble against your lips. With a hungry growl, Steve tore your panties off, wrenching a surprised gasp from you as he tossed them to the floor before finding your lips and kissing you like a starved man.
You didn’t mourn your ruined panties, though, not when you were dripping wet and clenching around nothing while Steve’s perfectly hard cock was so close to your drenched center. “Get inside me, daddy,” you whined, squirming on the table and trying to reach for his hardness. Steve’s hands were too busy groping and kneading your ass to do anything at the moment and you whimpered a frustrated sound. “Daddy, please—need you to fill me up,” you begged, pouting up at Steve.
Your begging, whining voice seemed to snap Steve from the stupor he’d fallen into appreciating your ass and he blinked dazed blue eyes at you. Then he was standing up straight, his hand reaching between your bodies to line up the leaking tip of his cock with your dripping cunt. Between the two of you, you were both plenty wet for him to slide easily inside, but he held himself still for a moment until you looked up into his eyes. Steve’s gaze blazed with love and desire, and you knew the emotions were reflected in your own eyes as you stared back at him.
With a faint smile, Steve began to slide inside you, his gaze watching rapturously as your face twisted in pleasure and the slight sting of pain from his thick cock stretching you. Steve was big everywhere and no matter how many times he fucked you, every time he sank into your cunt for the first time, it felt like he was damn near close to splitting you in half. But you loved every second of the feeling of him stretching you open.
The pain-edged pleasure felt exquisite and you whined, dragging your nails down Steve’s muscled arms, digging them into his skin with your need to give him as good as you got. Steve leaned forward, shoving your shirt up above your tits, his big hands groping your soft flesh and making your spine arch up off the table. He pinched your nipples just as he bottomed out inside you, his cock hitting the very end of you and making you see stars.
“Daddy!” you cried, your nails digging into his hard biceps, clinging to him as he dragged his cock from your hole, then shoved back inside, wrenching a loud moan from you. “Fuck, daddy—daddy, please,” you whined, spreading your thighs open wider so he could fuck you deeper. You loved the feeling of Steve splitting you open with his cock and wanted him buried to the hilt inside you.
“That’s it, kitten, let daddy fill up this tight cunt,” Steve rumbled, pinching your nipples as he groped your tits, making you let out a broken cry as pleasure and the slight sting of pain swirled in your body. Your cunt clenched down hard on Steve’s cock and he grunted. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby, so tight and warm around my cock.” He pinned you to the table with his hips, holding you still as he fucked into your slick hole. “Christ, your mouth felt good, but your cunt is heaven, baby, fucking heaven.”
Love and desire and pleasure warred with each other to prevail over your heart and body as you stared up into the handsome face of your partner while he fucked you with abandon. In that moment, your love and your certainty in your future with Steve were overwhelming in the best way, and you needed him closer so he could be your anchor amid the furious storm of passion that was your feelings for him.
Rising up, you grabbed Steve around the back of his neck, pulling him down on top of you. Your thighs were shoved up and wide by his big body, your knees bracketing his broad chest as he covered you on the table. His hips pounded into you harder, filling you with his cock as surely as he filled you with his love. You smiled against his stubbled cheek as you raked your nails through Steve’s soft hair, dragging a moan from deep in his chest.
Shifting a little, your mouth found his and you swallowed down the sound of his groan. You clung to Steve as you kissed him desperately, emotion flowing through every slide of your lips together, love lingering in your mingled breathing.
The idea came to you like a strike of lightning and, though you knew a more serious conversation would need to be had later, you suddenly couldn’t stop yourself from wanting a baby with Steve. A child with his eyes and your smile would be the purest embodiment of your love, and you knew immediately it was what you wanted. As you kissed Steve harder, you locked your ankles behind his back so he could barely thrust into you, just grind his hard cock deep in your cunt.
You pulled away from Steve’s kiss with a gasp for air, staring up into the depths of his blue eyes as your lips formed the words you knew you’d only ever utter to him because he was the only one who’d ever make you feel so safe and loved. “Knock me up, daddy,” you murmured, feeling a little shy, even with Steve’s cock buried in your pussy, thrusting into you like it was the last time he’d ever fuck you.
Steve sucked in a sharp breath, his hips stuttering to a stop with his cock pressed balls-deep inside you. His mouth hung open a little in surprise, his eyes swirling with emotion—desire, love, affection, uncertainty, hope. Before he could question what inspired your words, you cupped his handsome face, his stubble rough against your palms as you stared deeply into each other’s eyes, letting him see how much you wanted this.
“Fill me up with your cream, daddy,” you begged, your voice growing stronger with your need to show Steve you knew what you wanted. “Stuff me nice and full,” you went on, your hips writhing beneath his big body, grinding yourself on his cock shamelessly. “Put a baby in me, daddy—I want it,” you said, smiling sweetly up at him before rising up so you could whisper in his ear. “Make me a mommy.”
You lay back against the warmed wood of the table just in time to watch Steve’s face go slack, his eyes turning glassy and you were certain his mind was filled with the thought of you swollen with his child. You barely had time to appreciate the look on his face before Steve’s gaze sharpened and he pinned you with his blazing stare.
“You wanna be a mommy, love?” he growled in a low, emotion-roughened voice. He leaned further over you, climbing up onto the table to pin you more firmly under the bulk of his body. His knees were on either side of your bare ass as he folded you fully in half in a mating press. “You want me to knock you up, you gonna make me a real daddy?”
Warmth and arousal flooded your body and you had to bite your lip against the ecstatic smile that wanted to spread across your face. No longer trusting yourself to speak, lest you end up simply squealing in happiness and forgetting to give Steve a real answer, you nodded—eagerly, frantically, to show him how much you wanted it.
Steve only had enough time to mumble a slightly stunned, “Holy fuck,” before you were dragging him in for another kiss. You were both smiling, so your teeth knocked together a few times, but it was a still a perfect kiss. You could feel his love on his lips and you reciprocated with all the love you felt for him, the kiss turning messy as you worked each other up.
When Steve broke away from your mouth, he dragged his lips along your jaw until he was right next to your ear. He rutted into you, the skin of his thighs slapping against the backs of yours, and he made sure you heard every filthy word he uttered in between his grunts and groans.
“I’m gonna make you a mommy, baby,” Steve murmured, his hips thrusting forcefully against yours, spearing you with his cock so deeply you could feel the tip hitting against your cervix. “I’m going to pump you so full of daddy’s cream there’s no way it doesn’t take,” he went on, his words filling your head as he brought his hand to your stomach, pressing down until you could feel his cock fucking your tight hole even more keenly. “You’re going to look so beautiful carrying my child, love,” Steve rumbled in your ear, his voice dripping with desire and affection. “Your belly swollen and full—fuck, you’re gonna be such a pretty mommy, baby.”
With the way you were pinned beneath Steve’s big body, his arms and legs caging you in and holding you down, all you could do was take it as he fucked you hard and rough. But you made sure to meet his dirty talk with plenty of your own, moaning, “Daddy, daddy, knock me up, please!” You whined when his cock battered your cervix, your inner walls clamping down on him and trying to pull him deeper so he could plant his seed in your womb. “Make me a mommy, daddy—wanna give you a baby, Steve, please!”
It wasn’t long before you felt Steve’s thrusts turn wild as he reached the edge of his release, but he was determined to make you come first. His hand still pressing down on your stomach shifted, his thumb finding your clit. The sweet pearl was slippery with your combined mess, and Steve rubbed it ruthlessly, making your legs tremble with your impending orgasm.
“Come for daddy, baby,” Steve rasped in your ear, his voice desperate even as his words were commanding. He stroked your clit harder, making you toss your head back—his other hand cradling you so you wouldn’t knock against the table—and cry out. “Come on daddy’s cock, kitten, wanna feel your pussy milking me before I pump you full of cream.”
“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you chanted, going mindless as overwhelming pleasure twisted tighter and tighter inside you. Steve fucked you harder, his thumb rubbing your clit faster, his breath ghosting past your cheek, and suddenly you shattered apart. Your whole body clenched tight, and then pleasure coursed through you in rolling waves. A raspy, broken scream was pulled from the depths of your chest by the feeling of your cunt clenching down around Steve’s cock, your whole body shaking as you came harder than you ever remembered.
“Fuck yes, that’s it, love, milk daddy’s cock,” Steve murmured encouragingly before breaking off in a groan. He was rutting into you, chasing his own release, and it extended your pleasure as you floated through the aftershocks. “You feel s’good, baby, gonna come—gonna come,” he mumbled, his hips stuttering as his release took hold of him.
Steve groaned loudly as he pressed deep inside you until his tip was against your cervix. You could feel as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside you, spilling his come deep in your pussy. You moaned softly as your twitching cunt drank him down eagerly, taking his seed deep into your womb.
With a heavy, contented sigh, Steve sagged on top of you, his arms holding him up enough so he didn’t crush you, and he began peppering your chest with sleepy kisses. He lapped lazily at your nipples, making you shiver a little as the sensation sent delicious little aftershocks of pleasure straight to your cunt. You hummed happily, stroking your fingers through his hair and then down the back of his neck and between his shoulder blades as you both caught your breath.
After a little while of basking in the afterglow, Steve tilted his face up so he could catch your eye and you looked at him, your eyes heavy-lidded with sated contentment. You thought he might try to have the serious conversation you knew the two of you needed to have, but he only smiled affectionately at you, his eyes roving over your face like he was trying to memorize the moment. You smiled back at him and raked your nails through his hair at the back of his head, making him close his eyes and groan. His cock twitched in your core and you moaned softly, too.
Steve rose up and sat back on his haunches, staring down at where his cock was still buried deep in your pussy. You could feel his come leaking out of you around his still half-hard length and you were certain he was watching it. Pulling out, Steve’s eyes darkened as he fingered his come back into your cunt, making you moan loudly at the feeling of his thick digits penetrating your oversensitive pussy. He pinned you to the table with his other hand pressed to your stomach and fingerfucked his come into you until you were a shivering, trembling mess.
When he finally pulled his focus away from your cunt, Steve’s blue eyes were darkened with lust and a feral kind of desire. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me, love,” he rumbled, pinning you with a fierce stare, his fingers still fucking you lazily. “I’ve wanted to put a baby in you since you moved in with me,” he confessed, his hand stroking your belly reverently like he was imagining how you’d swell for him. “I’m gonna fill you up with my seed until it takes,” he said, his voice going rougher as his cock twitched against your thigh. “And then I’m gonna take good care of you while you carry our child.”
Steve pulled his fingers from your cunt and leaned over you so he could press them to your lips. You opened your mouth readily, sucking his fingers inside and cleaning the combination of your releases from his skin. His grin was wolfish and his eyes were sparkling as he watched your gaze go dazed with pleasure.
When he pulled his clean fingers from your mouth with a soft pop, he leaned down over you, filling his palms with your tits. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, holding your gaze while you gasped and squirmed beneath him. “And when these tits grow heavy with milk, ‘m gonna drink from you just as much as our baby,” he promised before sucking on your tight peak and making you cry out even as you nodded eagerly. Steve grinned as he lavished the other nipple with the same treatment. “Mm, I thought you’d like that idea, kitten,” he rumbled. “You gonna let daddy drink your milk while you cream all over my cock?”
“Oh fuck, Steve—daddy,” you whined, your hand reaching between your bodies to stroke his cock, which was hard all over again. You tried to guide him back to your cunt, but your hips were squirming too badly. Steve chuckled, knocking your hand away to fist his cock and start burying it in your slick cunt.
“Told you, you had no idea what you’d done,” Steve rasped as he sank into you until you could feel him pressed against your cervix. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your legs going around his waist as you clung to him while he began grinding lazily inside you. “I’m gonna be inside you like this every chance I get, baby, filling you up with all daddy’s cream until you’re knocked up,” he promised, sucking on your nipples while your bodies writhed together, your hold on each other too tight for him to thrust properly.
“I can’t wait, Steve,” you whispered truthfully, emotion clogging your throat as you raked your nails through Steve’s soft hair. Your heart felt so full, your breath caught in your chest, but you forced your lips to form the words you wanted to say. “I can’t wait to feel your baby growing inside me, can’t wait to be a mommy for you, daddy.”
Steve’s face tilted up to yours, your nipple falling from his mouth. He took in the look on your face and his own expression softened with the endless amount of love and affection you knew he felt for you. Steve leaned up, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips that felt like a comfort and a promise.
“I can’t wait either, love,” he admitted when he pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours as your bodies rocked together, the base of his cock grinding against your clit. “I’m gonna bake you so many treats, kitten, gonna keep you and the baby so well-fed.” Steve’s voice was rough with his own emotion, his breathing so heavy that your breaths mingled in the space between your mouths. “I’m gonna take good care of you, baby, so you don’t have to do anything, just be a pretty mommy and carry our child.”
“Steve,” you cried hoarsely, your nails biting into his skin as you clung to him tightly, pulling him closer as you buried your face against his strong, warm shoulder.
“That’s right, love,” he murmured, fucking you slow and sweet, making you feel every bit of his cock dragging against your inner walls, the tip nudging against your cervix. “Just hold onto me, let me make you feel good—I’ll fill you up again, and then I’ll feed you, I promise,” he said into your ear, his voice filling your head with his love and adoration.
Steve took his time working you back up to your peak again, using his body and his cock to stoke the fire in your core into a burning blaze until you were a whimpering, desperate mess beneath him. All the while, the rain pitter-pattered against the windows of the kitchen and the autumn playlist Steve had been playing filled the quiet between your breathless moans and Steve’s pleasured grunts. Heat from the cooling oven kept the air warm as Steve rocked into you over and over again, making you more mindless with every little bit of movement.
When you came undone again, crying for him, your nails scrabbling at his shoulders for something to hold on to, Steve was right there with you. He whispered his love into your ear as he spilled his come deep in your cunt, spurt after spurt of his load joining his first release in your womb. Your lips moved against the shell of his ear, murmuring your love back to him.
After long moments of basking in your pleasure together, Steve finally pulled away and stood from the table. He helped you to sit up, your sleep shirt falling back down over your chest. Your entire body was trembling, your knees weak and your stomach rumbling with hunger. With a charming grin, Steve ducked down and pressed a smacking kiss to your belly before he swept you up in his arms.
You were still giggling at your partner’s antics when he carried you into the bathroom. He cleaned you up and left you alone to pee so he could throw on some fresh clothes. Steve met you in the hallway with a clean sweatshirt of his and helped you out of his t-shirt before tugging it over your head. You noticed he hadn’t brought you a new pair of panties to wear, so you stood in the hallway in just a sweatshirt and socks, but you didn’t protest, just wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss.
Steve walked you backwards into the kitchen, and only broke away from your mouth to gently push you down to sit in one of the chairs at the table. He snagged your slippers and kneeled at your feet to put them on for you, pressing kisses to the insides of your knees, his eyes trailing heatedly over the slick slit at the juncture of your thighs before he wrenched himself away.
While Steve busied himself with warming up your breakfast, you heaved yourself up to snag some spray cleaner and a rag. Steve shot you a disgruntled look, but you only gave him a winning smile and used your knee to close the cabinet beneath the sink where the cleaner had been.
“I’m not pregnant yet,” you told Steve matter-of-factly, laying a hand on his shoulder and pushing yourself up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek to lessen the blow of your words. “I’m still allowed to clean.”
“For now,” he rumbled, trying for a menacing tone, but it only made you giggle. You spun away from him and set to work cleaning the table where he’d just fucked you, though not before he’d playfully swatted your ass.
The two of you worked quietly for a few moments, with you finishing up the table and washing your hands just in time for Steve to set down a plate of warmed up apple cinnamon rolls. You moved to sit back in your chair, but Steve wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down to sit on his lap. He held you securely, burying his face in your neck and breathing you in while you felt his length twitch beneath your ass.
“Eat up, kitten,” Steve urged, pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw. “You’re going to need your strength if you’re gonna be able to take all the cream I’m gonna fill you up with today.”
His words sent a bolt of excitement through you and you eagerly pulled the plate of baked goods closer so you could start eating. When you took your first bite of the apple cinnamon sugary goodness, you moaned, making Steve’s cock twitch again beneath you.
You muffled a snicker as you chewed and swallowed your bite. “Sorry, daddy,” you said innocently, catching Steve’s eye over your shoulder. His gaze was dark, but his mouth was curved in a small smirk. He wrapped his hand around your wrist and brought the cinnamon roll to his mouth over your shoulder, holding your gaze as he took a big bite.
The two of you ate the rest of your breakfast like that, cocooned in the warm kitchen of the apartment you shared, tension and desire threading you together. In between bites of Steve’s apple cinnamon rolls, you had the serious talk about children and how you wanted to raise them together. It only served to make you even more excited for what came next—not just that day, but in your lives together.
When you were stuffed full, you licked frosting from your fingers, enjoying the way Steve’s gaze darkened as he watched your tongue and lips clean yourself. Smirking playfully, you grabbed Steve’s hand next, licking the frosting clean from his skin as well. His cock was a hard, throbbing length beneath your ass at that point, but you couldn’t help teasing him a little more, taking your time licking him clean and moaning as you savored the frosting.
“You got anymore cream for me, daddy?” you asked in a sweet, fake innocent voice while you looked up at him from under your lashes. Steve wasn’t the only one turned on, your thighs were pressed tight together against the ache in your core and you were fairly certain you were leaving a wet spot on the gray sweatpants he’d put on.
Steve’s hand dropped to your belly and he stroked you softly over the cotton of his sweatshirt. “You sure you’re ready for another treat, kitten?” he rumbled, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a grin.
Nodding eagerly, you stood up and turned around, putting your hands on Steve’s shoulders for balance as you stepped over his legs so you could straddle his lap. Slowly, you lowered yourself down until your heated, dripping core was pressed tight against the bulge in his sweatpants. “Oh I’m sure,” you murmured huskily as you began rocking against his hardness. You leaned forward until your lips brushed the shell of Steve’s ear. “C’mon daddy, you promised me you’d put a bun in my oven.”
With a rumbling chuckle, Steve wrapped an arm around your back and lifted you enough so he could shove his pants down and let his cock free. Then he helped you sink down on his thick length, both your moans filling the kitchen. You rode Steve hard and fast, bouncing on his cock until he spilled another load of come inside your pussy while your spasming cunt milked him dry.
For the rest of the day, you and Steve worked in the kitchen, with you helping him whip up some more pastries and bread to last you when he was busy at the bakery. While dough was proving or something was baking, Steve would take the time to fulfill his promise over and over, fucking you long and hard and thoroughly until he filled you up with his cream.
In fact, Steve filled you up so much that by the end of the night, you were both certain he’d put a bun in the oven. And both of you were excited to welcome that bun into the world.
i fucking love size kink. being pinned down by someone taller than me, their entire body covering mine. they’re stronger, constantly proving that they can over power me by flipping me to change positions, lifting me up, or firmly holding me into place when i try to squirm away. standing next to them and automatically feeling inferior by how they tower over me. having to look up at them. standing on my tippy toes and still barely reaching under their chin. the best <333
summary: You send Joel a new toy to keep him occupied while you're away.
ratings/warnings: E [smut, established relationship, soft feelings, sex toys, male masturbation, female masturbation, phone sex, dirty talk, Joel has some nasty fantasies, they're horny and in love]
wc: ~2k
a/n: please go to @ezrasbirdie-updates to be notified of updates! this is just smut. it felt like it'd been a while since i wrote something mindless and fun, so here's this! no beta, yeeting this to the universe. would love to say thank you to @haylzcyon for being a sweetheart and listening to me talk about this and also go read her sub joel bc i feel like they're the same man.
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“What is this you got me, girl?” Joel asks as soon as you pick up the phone, his nostrils flaring at your breathy giggle.
He closes the bedroom door, reverting to his teenage self hiding contraband from his parents under his mattress. There’s no one else in the house with you out of town, but he still feels like he’s going to get caught. He pulls out his pocket knife, sheering through the tape of a suspiciously nondescript cardboard box. He can’t help but think the delivery person knew exactly the type of package they’d handed to him.
“Just open it.” Your voice comes out clear and jittery, and Joel doesn’t know if he should trust it. You’re a little too excited, and that almost always signals trouble. Good trouble, but trouble nonetheless.
Two weeks you’ve been away for work, and you’ll be gone for at least another. He missed you the moment you walked out the door, but he’s tried his best not to be too needy.
He likes to give you some time to miss him, though. The sounds you make are that much prettier when he finally gets you underneath him again. Or on top or beside——he doesn’t care, as long he gets to hear you whine for him.
“All right,” he sighs. He plucks a smaller box from the thick cardboard casing and stares down at it, not quite sure what he’s looking at. “This a damn spaceship?”
You huff at him as he flips the box around, inspecting this gadget, like something he’d find in sci-fi porn.
Not that he watches a lot of sci-fi porn or anything.
“Bluetooth-controlled male masturbator,” he reads out, and you burst into giggles. “What’s so damn funny?”
“Keep opening it!” You say, ignoring his question. It looks expensive—rechargeable, controlled by an app. He finally pulls out the thick, white plastic tube, about ten inches long.
The last thing he finds is a package slightly smaller than the main contraption. He squeezes it, the thin plastic crinkling over something soft and squishy.
“Got you the pussy sleeve,” you explain. “So it’s a little smoother.”
“Goddamn, you are somethin’,” he says, plugging it in to the closest outlet.
“So you like it?” You ask, a slight tremor in your voice, as if he wouldn’t.
“I’d rather have you,” he says, and he means it. “But you got me interested.”
“Good! I—shit, I gotta go. Call you tonight, baby? Maybe we can try it out?”
“You think I’m gonna say no to that?” He chuckles. “Go back to work. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Joel tries to have a normal rest of the day. Lunch, paperwork, phone calls, a meeting with a new client who wants a million things that are sure to be damn near impossible. He tries to ignore his mounting curiosity every time he passes his open bedroom door, glancing in at the white tube lying motionless on the bed. Eventually he goes in under the guise of needing new socks, peering down to see if the charge light is green and grunting in disappointment when it’s not. He can barely concentrate on the meeting, already half-hard thinking about you talking to him while he uses…that.
The day can't go by fast enough.
**
Gonna be really late. ): Try it without me, see if you like it?
Despite his disappointment, he doesn’t want to try it without you.
How late?
Ten or eleven.
I can wait.
You shouldn’t.
Baby.
Fine, fine. Love you.
Love you.
He finishes the evening with a frozen dinner and falls asleep in front of the TV, only waking up at nine or so when some infomercial blares at top volume. He glares down at his cock, still half-hard as he brushes his teeth, willing it to go away.
It resolutely refuses.
The toy is still on his bed, and that doesn’t help, either. He’s never been so tempted in his life.
You’d said he could try it. You’d encouraged him to try it.
He picks it up and puts it on his dresser with the rest of the packaging.
Later.
It’s hot tonight, his ancient air conditioner on its last leg and screaming for replacement, so he kicks off the comforter and lays there in his boxers, trying to find a comfortable position. He lets out a long sigh, eyes scanning his dark room until it falls on his dresser.
You’d given him something solely for his pleasure with no expectation of anything in return. No price tag, no conditions, no demand he think of you and only you while he indulges. He'll think of you regardless--he always does--but it stirs something in him. What's he done to deserve you?
God, he misses you.
You in that little sleep shirt that just barely covers the top of your ass, the material so thin he can see your nipples. It’s not as showy as some of the lingerie you wear for him, but it’s always what he imagines you in when he’s stroking his cock, thinking of you finally coming home.
His skin burns, his whole body shuddering as his hand drifts down into his boxers and wraps around his cock, squeezing himself for just a second of relief. Out of the corner of his eye, the charge light is a bright, twinkling green.
He sits up to check his phone, just in case he’s missed a text.
Nothing. Goddammit.
It wouldn’t hurt to turn it on, would it? Just to make sure it works. Just to see how it works, maybe.
Joel ignores his now-growing erection as he shuffles over to the dresser, ticking on the little lamp next to your jewelry box. He avoids his reflection in the mirror, pulling the toy off the charger and holding it in his hand. It sits nicely, slick and cool against his palm. The goddamn thing has a user’s manual with more pages than the one for the dishwasher he’d just installed. Vibration settings, contraction settings, even a large, all caps warning to use lube.
He just means to try it. Just to test it out. But the moment he slides it onto his cock—after a generous dousing of lube—he shivers. It sucks him further inside, the lips opening gently and making room for him just like your pussy does.
He hasn’t even turned the damn thing on and his hips are thrusting forward of their own accord. If he keeps his eyes closed, it’s almost like you’re in front of him. He draws in a deep breath and turns it on.
Joel surprises himself with how loudly he moans.
“Fuck,” he grits out, fucking his hips forward. “Oh, fuck.”
It definitely works. He hadn’t anticipated that it might be difficult to stop fucking the damn thing. Now all he can think about is making himself last as long as possible.
It’s never been this good alone.
His hand is fine, of course it is, but it can’t do what your cunt can. This can’t compare to you, either, but it’s a damn good second.
He thinks of you catching him like this, humping into the air, groaning pathetically as he entertains the kind of fantasies he seldom allows himself.
Making you come in a crowded place, whimpering his name with your hot little cunt on display for everyone to see. Fucking you so hard he has to take care of you the next day, your pussy so sore you can’t walk. Licking your cunt while you’re asleep, so tired you wouldn't be able to stop him even if you wanted, letting him defile your soft, pretty body.
That last one brings out a noise he's never made alone before, a long, low growl as he imagines you dripping and messy, sleepy moans and whimpers while he plays with you like a doll.
He’s so into it he almost—almost—misses his phone light up. His chest seizes like he’s been caught doing something illegal, and he shakes his head as he tries to catch his breath.
“Shit,” he gasps, pulling the toy off of him. It hurts to leave his cock so unsatisfied, angry and red and slick with lube and precome. He grabs his phone just in time, trying to hide the guilt in his voice. “Hey, darlin’.”
“Hi,” you say, and he can hear the amusement in your voice. You aren’t fooled for a second. “You run to answer the phone or something?”
“N-no,” he says.
“No?”
“No, I-”
“Joel,” you murmur in a low, throaty voice. “What were you doing?”
“Was just…I just thought I’d just make sure it worked,” he says, clearing his throat. Your little laugh makes him throb.
“Does it?” You ask.
“Uh huh.”
“Well, don’t let me stop you,” you say.
“Baby, I-”
It’s like you can feel his shame through the phone. “I got it for you, Joel. I got it for you to feel good. It’s fine that you tried it without me. You deserve to feel good all on your own sometimes,” you say softly.
He swallows, warmth swirling in his chest. “So you…you wanna listen?” He asks.
“Mmhmm,” you say. “And don’t worry. I have something to play with, too.”
Of course you do.
He puts the phone on speaker, laying on his back as he lets it sink back onto his cock. Another one of those low, pained moans escapes him, and you give a delighted gasp.
“Yeah?” You ask.
“It—fuck—it’s not as good as you, baby, it’s not as good as your pussy—” He’s desperate to explain, to make you understand—nothing is as good as you.
“Shh,” you say. “Just enjoy it, love. What’s it feel like?”
“I…ughhh…good,” is all he can say. Now that you’re talking, now that he can hear the breathiness of your voice and the buzz of your vibrator in the background he can barely keep himself from coming apart. “So fuckin’ good, baby. Want you, though, so fuckin’ bad. Feels so good. Wanna…fuck, wanna press this up against your pussy, wanna show you what it feels like. Wanna make you squirm. Wanna make you watch,” he growls.
You don’t answer, just whimper into the speaker. He can almost see your back arching as you press your toy into your clit. “Let me hear you, baby, let me hear how wet you are.”
Joel doesn’t quite catch what you say, but the sheets rustle as you lower the phone until he can hear the squelch of your toy fucking into you.
That’s what he fucking needs. All your noises, all your whimpers, your hot, needy pussy crying for him.
“Gonna fuckin’ come, baby,” he says.
“Then come, Joel, come for me, please—”
He flips over on his knees and lets himself fuck, fuck, fuck into the toy, the vibrations sending him into a different plane as his cock throbs, sticky come pulsing into the wet clutch of what he wishes was you. You’re wailing his name on the other end, and he imagines you underneath him, warm and soft, as he shudders to a halt.
Flopping over onto his back, he hits the off button and breathes hard. “Fuck,” he gasps. “Goddamn.”
You chuckle. “That good?”
“Don’t compare to you, sweetheart. Nothin’ does. But it felt good.”
“So you liked it?”
You sound nervous again, less sure of yourself. “‘Course I liked it. Always takin’ such good care of me.”
“You deserve it, Joel.”
He whimpers as he pulls it off and frowns at the come dripping onto his belly. “Didn’t think about havin’ to clean it up,” he says.
“Well,” you murmur, and he hears that buzzing again. “I had a really hard day. I could go again. You wanna make it worth the cleanup? Video call?”
“You missin’ me that much?” He asks.
“You know I am, Joel,” you tell him, and he smiles to himself. “You know that.”
imagine eddie fucking ur brains all the way out??!!
eddie would have your legs behind your head with your ankles by your ears and your wand vibrator buzzing perfectly on your clit. he would fuck into you like his life depends on it, bottoming all the way out. everytime he hit the sweet spot inside you all you could do was let out gasps of shock because of how deep he was going, and don’t get me started with how he’d fuck you from behind. arms behind your back, hair pulled, vibrator being long forgotten, being forced to stay up because of the grip he has in your hair. his moans and your moans filling up the room sound like a hardcore porno at this point. he’d start with one leg up to get deeper and then he’d let go of your hair to get enough balance to put both legs up and fuck the life out of you COMPLETELY. eddie is so pussy drunk all he can think is “you you you!!!” and all you can think of is “eddie eddie eddie!!!”. eventually eddie would pull you up so you can be back to chest. he’s choking you, whispering dirty, sweet nothings. “gonna fuck your brains out” “all mine” “wanna fuck my babies into you” “i love you, so much”. eddie searches the bed for the wand and places it on your clit. once you feel the vibrations on your swollen, puffy clit you lose it completely. sobbing tears of joy and pleasure. searching any and everywhere to find eddie’s back. your orgasm hits you so hard. so hard you’re squirting, clenching, and shaking. not long after, you feel eddie’s hot ropes of cum fill you in six pumps. you and eddie’s moans and screams fill the space of your home. deep, red scratches fill the canvas of his back. after a 15 minute shower and some ramen, you and eddie head to bed… naked of course to continue your adventures next morning. <3.
a/n: this was meant to be a blurb but i missed writing so much so heres this rushed mess of desperate smut! hope yall enjoyed reading this 🩵
He’s fucking you like he has all the time in the world. His plump lips form an O as he watches you underneath him.
With each slow stroke you can practically feel every vein on his cock. When he’s fully seated you swear you can feel him in your lungs.
He has you chanting a single word over and over as he loves you.
please please please
“What do you need, baby?” he coos in your ear. “What do you want, the moon? Fuck, the way your pussy is hugging my dick, I’ll get you whatever you fucking want.”
His tempo doesn’t change, you feel like a live wire.
Snowed in with Chief Jim Hopper during the biggest snowstorm to ever hit Hawkins…
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The voice on the radio crackled in and out, distorted by the storm. Hopper was leaning over it, forehead creased, trying his damndest to make out what the broadcaster was saying. “Worst blizzard…Midwest history-,” the voice on the radio cut in and out. “-Shelter…50 mile per hour winds expect…no visibility…dangerous conditions…”
Hopper sighed heavily, switching the radio off. You were watching the snow whipping around outside, piling higher and higher at an alarmingly rapid speed. “Looks like we’re not going anywhere for awhile,” Hopper mused.
He’d be lying if he said he was disappointed. After all, ever since you’d started working at the station six months ago, he’d longed for the chance to be alone with you.
When you’d expressed interest in seeing the old cabin Hopper owned in the woods that he often mentioned, he was happy to have you all to himself for the drive it would take to get there from the station.
By pure coincidence (and luck) Hopper had accidentally chosen to bring you on the day a freak blizzard just so happened to be landing directly on top of Hawkins…
You turned from the window to look back at Hopper, barely concealing your lack of disappointment. The truth is, you’d had a crush on your new boss for quite some time, and if you were going to end up snowed in with anyone, you’d like it to be Jim Hopper.
“It’s okay, Chief,” you assured him. “Who could have guessed this storm would blow in so quickly?”
Hopper reached for a cigarette. “Well,” he replied. “If I’d paid attention to the news this morning, I probably could have.” The end of his cigarette glowed orange in the dim lighting of the cabin. “Guess we’ll just have to make ourselves comfortable while we’re stuck here-.”
Suddenly, the scant light around you both began to flicker. “Chief?” you began, but stopped as you realized what was probably about to happen. Hopper cursed quietly as you both visually scanned the room, the flickers continuing a few seconds longer.
…And then, darkness.
“Dammit,” Hopper grumbled. “Power’s out.”
You looked back out the window, amazed and a little frightened to see that even more snow had piled up around the wheels of Hopper’s police Blazer. Being snowed in with your hot boss was one thing, but being snowed in without any electricity was another. The radio was useless now, along with any broadcast that might air telling you how long the snow was expected to continue.
“We’ll make do,” you said encouragingly. You could tell Hopper felt guilty for bringing you out to the middle of nowhere on a day like this, but neither of you had been aware of the forecasted blizzard. Hopper made his way to a cabinet on the far corner of the room, and removed a dusty old bottle from inside it. “There’s always my granddad’s brandy to help make up for the lost heat,” Hopper grinned, passing the bottle to you. “Be my guest.”
You nodded appreciatively, accepting the offer. “Thanks, boss,” you said, adding “Although, I’m not sure how I feel about drinking during working hours…”
Hopper smiled, watching the bottle linger on your lips as you took a sip. “Today’s a special occasion, I think,” he murmured, taking the brandy as you handed it to him. “Under the circumstances, I’ll allow it…”
The tone of his voice had changed, becoming almost playful. Was the Chief…flirting with you? The idea seemed too good to be true, but you were even more convinced that he was flirting when Hopper relaxed on the couch and patted the empty space right beside him. “C’mon, (y/n),” he mumbled over his cigarette, a lazy smile on his lips. “Have a seat.”
You gladly accepted the offer, sliding in next to Hopper. You were both surprised by how well both your bodies fit alongside one another, the way your head perfectly met Hopper’s shoulder as you took a chance and rested your head against it.
The wind was loudly whipping around the outside of the cabin, making the wooden beams creak and pop. “Would’ve started a fire,” Hopper said. “Except that I don’t have any wood ready, and all the wood outside’s too damned wet to cut.” He sighed. “Not that I could make it very far out there anyway,” he added. “In all this goddamn snow.” You tilted your head slightly; you were so close to Hopper, you could feel his heartbeat at his side. “M’afraid I didn’t remember my snowboots,” Hopper grinned at you. “But, at least we’ll have a good story to tell back at the station.” He paused. “When all of this blows over.”
You thought for a moment about what gossip your co-workers might be cooking up, the longer you and Hopper were gone. You’d explain the situation later, of course, and they’d all understand why the two of you were gone so long. But for now, you smiled to yourself, privately enjoying the scandal of it all.
“Y’know (y/n),” Hopper began. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…I just didn’t know how to do it.”
Your heart skipped a beat, both anxious and hopeful.
“It’s been a long time since I…” Hopper paused. “Since I asked a woman out. Especially someone I work with.” Your heart was doing somersaults now, your cheeks warmed by more than just the brandy. “But since you started at the station,” Hopper continued. “I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you. And, I was thinking, if you’d be interested…I’d like to take you to dinner sometime.”
You tried your best to contain the excitement bubbling over in your chest, but Hopper could see that you were definitely onboard. “I’d love that,” you told him. “In fact…” An idea was tickling at the back of your brain, and you decided to share it. “…What if we had our first date now?” you asked. “Here? I mean, it may not be the most conventional first date, traditionally speaking-.”
“That’s for damn sure,” Hopper chuckled.
“-But we’ve already got the drinks covered, and the atmosphere is kind of romantic.” Hopper nodded. “Yeah, I guess the storm sort of set the mood for us, didn’t it?” he mused thoughtfully. “Knocking out the power ‘n everything. Makes you wonder what we’ll have to do to stay warm once the cold really settles in…” Hopper’s eyes widened; the brandy must have loosened his tongue. He didn’t want you to think he was implying anything…sexual…except he was, and little did he know, you were completely on the same page as him.
“Chief?” you asked tentatively. “Are you, um…are you suggesting-?”
“No no no,” Hopper assured you, shaking his head for emphasis. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t really thinking about-uh-shit…” He was laughing, and you were laughing, and the whole situation felt surreal. “…Unless,” he added coyly. “Y’know…you wanted to…”
You turned to face Hopper, amazed by your alcohol-induced bravery. “I’ve wanted to for a long time, Jim,” you affirmed, your lips inches from his. “I was just waiting for right time to tell you.” You both started laughing again, at the absurdity of it all. “-You were waiting for a blizzard?” Hopper asked, leaning close enough that his mustache was tickling your lips.
“Maybe,” you replied. “I’m not really like most girls, when it comes to this sort of thing.”
“Oh I can already see that,” Hopper murmured, and pressed his lips to yours…
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Minutes later, you were naked from the waist down, pinned under Hopper’s weight, your back against his couch. Hopper’s cock was out of his pants, resting thick and hard on your stomach, his belt discarded to the floor, his navy blue jacket bundled up under your head to serve as a pillow. He wasn’t fucking you, not yet. But with a slight adjustment of his body over yours, Hopper could easily enter you. You were already soaked, your slick dampening Hopper’s khaki uniform pants as you squeezed your thighs around him. He ran a hand along your belly, his skin hot in contrast with the chilly air in the cabin. Hopper’s palm slid lower still, until his fingertips were spreading your lips, gliding between your slippery folds. He teased your clit with a soft, pulsing massage, enjoying the way your body bucked beneath his, your hips canting upward greedily.
“You know how long I’ve wanted to touch you here?” Hopper murmured, his voice a seductive drawl.
“You mean, on this dusty old couch?” you teased, your voice breaking softly when Hopper’s fingertips slid over your clit. “During-mmm-during a snowstorm?”
Hopper rolled his eyes, playfully calling you out for being a “smart ass,” before adding “in fact…let me see that ass for a minute-hold on-.”
Hopper lifted off of you, gently taking hold of your shoulders, and flipped you onto your stomach as you giggled in surprise. “I like it when you manhandle me, officer,” you pressed, wiggling your ass against Hopper’s cock.
“That’s Chief to you,” he smirked, his large hands kneading your ass. “Don’t forget who’s in charge.”
“Whatever you say, Boss,” you muttered, and Hopper’s palm came down against your right cheek in a hard spank.
“I mean-Chief,” you giggled, happy to play along.
“That’s better,” Hopper grinned over your back. “Now, let’s see if this ass is as tight as it is smart; you alright with that, sweetheart?”
You nodded, “but go slow, okay?” A wry smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. “You’re packing a fucking monster down there, Chief.”
“I know,” Hopper retorted, all cocky and confident, and his smug attitude was incredibly hot.
You heard Hopper spit, felt his saliva spatter over your tiny hole where his big hands had spread your cheeks. He slid his tip between your labia, collecting your slick and bringing it back to your asshole, spreading it over your entrance. With some more of Hopper’s spit and a generous second helping of your cum, he tested your ability to take him by pressing his tip just inside your hole, feeling it ‘pop,’ open to accommodate him.
“You alright, honey?” Hopper asked, his voice thicker, heavy with concentration.
“Mmm-hmm,” you replied. “Keep going. A little more.”
Hopper obliged, pressing his hips forward and entering an inch inside you.
Gradually, he worked his way up to four inches deep before you both realized your ass couldn’t take anymore of Hopper’s massive dick. “Such a good little hole,” Hopper murmured above your back, his hands resting on your hips. “Took four whole inches, that’s more than most have been able to handle.”
“God, Chief,” you groaned, horny and frustrated. “Stop bragging about your big dick and fuck me, alright?”
Hopper didn’t waste anymore time after that. Not only did he fuck your ass more gently and better than any other man had, he also made sure not to neglect your pussy in the process. Hopper proved once again to be as skilled with his fingers as he was with his cock. Reaching between your cum-sticky thighs, Hopper pressed two of his thick fingers inside you, fingering you in time with his cock pumping your ass.
When you came, the sucking of your pussy around Hopper’s fingers, the way your asshole gripped his cock like a vice, had him pulling out of you breathless and emptying warm ropes of cum all over your back and ass. After using his handkerchief to clean you up, Hopper wrapped his jacket around your shoulders and pulled you in next to him on the couch once again. You both finished the bottle of brandy while watching the snow drifting steadily slower, till it was falling softly again around Hopper’s cabin.
In the morning, Hopper was able to get out and shovel a path to the Blazer. As the snow melted in the heat of the day, the two of you kept fucking and drinking and fucking some more, until enough snow had cleared for Hopper to drive you both back into town. And although the smile on both your faces told everyone exactly what had happened while the two of you were stuck in Hopper’s cabin together, no one said a single damn thing…but that didn’t stop them from wondering… 😉
Includes: sensual dialogue and seduction, heavy daddy kink, anal sex, clitoral stimulation with hand, squirting, tasting sexual fluids.
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“Daddy…?” you whispered, peering up at Hopper with the most fuck-hungry expression he’d ever seen in a woman’s eyes. He ran his hand along the back of your head, cradling you almost. It was sweet, but simultaneously the sexiest, most gently dominant way you’d ever been touched by a man.
“Yeah sweetheart?” Hopper cooed down at you, his lips curving upward at one corner in a cocky grin. You were already on your knees, beside him on the couch. But when you arched your back, ass slowly rising, and you kept it like that, practically begging him to destroy it…Hopper didn’t think he’d ever seen anything more beautiful. Your head was tilted, cheek flush to the velour fabric, bambi eyes gazing up at him. Wanting. Needing.
“Put it inside me,” you murmured, your voice innocent. Hopper nodded, his lips pressed together. “Anything, Princess,” he said amiably. “But on one condition.” You batted your eyes coquettishly. “What’s that, Daddy?”
Hopper’s expression was stern, yet playful. “I need you to answer a question for me, Princess,” he said, and you lifted your head to nod. “Anything, Daddy.”
Hopper gently stroked your cheek, smoothing a few strands of hair from your forehead. “I need you to promise you’ve been good for Daddy,” he said. “And haven’t played with any other boys?”
You bit your lower lip, shaking your head. “Never, Daddy,” you said through pouty lips, and pointed at your heart. “Only yours.” Hopper lifted his chin slightly. “That’s what I needed to hear, Princess,” he said, eyes and tone clouded with lust. Hopper tenderly cupped your face between his warm, large hands. “Daddy’s gonna give you what you asked for, now.”
His hands left your cheeks as he stood, eyes still looking down at you, fingers loosening his belt. “Stay just like that, on your knees.” You heard his zipper being pulled down as Hopper moved behind you, then the sound of his denim jeans being tugged lower. “Hold still, baby,” he instructed. Hopper placed one of his hands flat against your back as he teased his tip against your asshole. “This where you want Daddy to put it, Princess?” he asked, and you nodded eagerly. “Please,” you whimpered, becoming impatient.
Hopper slid his dick lower, collecting some of your slick on his tip, then rubbed it softly against your bud. “You sure?” he asked, and for a second, you heard genuine concern in his voice. While you appreciated Hopper’s chivalry, you needed him to understand that you were more than absolutely sure you wanted his dick in your ass.
Without a word, you pressed back onto him, taking two inches inside you. Hopper’s breath caught in his throat, something between a gasp and a whimper. Satisfied that you’d convinced him but still enjoying being in control of his pleasure, you wiggled back a little further onto Hopper’s cock, meeting a point of resistance you knew he’d have to push through from behind you. “Please,” you practically begged. “Need you deeper…”
Hopper understood, composing himself as he tried not to come already from the grip you had around the first three inches of him. With his forehead knitted in concentration, he very slowly pressed himself deeper inside you. The sting of taking him made your body tense, and Hopper stopped as soon as he felt it. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his breath halted, throat dry. “Mmm-hmm,” you affirmed, wincing. “Just…be gentle, Daddy…” Hopper smiled proudly over your back. “Good girl,” he murmured, and his praise made your heart flutter. “Taking my cock so well. Such a brave little girl.”
Hopper held your hips as he pressed deeper into your asshole, even slower this time. You relaxed your muscles around him, releasing the breath you’d been holding inside your chest. Hopper was five inches deep at this point, and he could tell your body wouldn’t be able to take anymore of him comfortably. He pulled his hips back, gently rocking forward, grunting over you as he thrusted.
You could feel Hopper’s cock massaging your pussy from the stimulation he was giving you anally. The sting of him spreading your ass open was beginning to fade, senses redirecting to your pussy. Hopper’s spit hit your back as he cursed, sweat beading on the ends of his hair. “Fuck…gonna…come s-…” His words shuddered to a stop, hips bucking, thrusts hitting deeper as he came. You arched your back when he hit too deep, and when Hopper realized, he immediately adjusted his position, groaning as the last of his orgasm spilled into you.
Hopper leaned forward over you, pressing his lips in a kiss on the small of your back. He reached between your legs, fingertips pressing against your clit. His touch was both rough and sensual, just like every aspect of Hopper: both strength and gentleness, dominance and subservience.
You came over Hopper’s hand, drenching him in your slick. Hopper felt the contractions of your orgasm around his softening cock as your asshole puckered around him. He removed his hand from between your legs and brought it to his lips, sucking you off his fingertips.
You lowered your hips, Hopper’s cock sliding out of you, falling satisfied and soft against his thigh. Curling your body into his, you grinned as you felt his cum dripping out of your asshole. Hopper slid his arms around you, and pulled you onto his lap. “Such a good girl,” he whispered, his tone bordering on reverence. You nuzzled the tip of your nose against his, swiping your tongue across his lips, tasting your cunt in his beard. “Only for you, Daddy.”
AN: oh I’ve been waiting for a hopper request for so long
It wasn’t your place to say, but you quite liked Hopper. Whenever he wasn’t so serious, his sense of humour was cute and quick-witted. You liked to mess with him; talking back to him when he splashed his authority onto you and Jon, teasing him whenever he looked too solemn.
It wasn’t your place to say, but you quite liked Hopper. Whenever he wasn’t so serious, his sense of humour was cute and quick-witted. You liked to mess with him; talking back to him when he splashed his authority onto you and Jon, teasing him whenever he looked too solemn.
However, you don’t think he liked you very much. Sure he faked a simper around Joyce, but between you and him… he stayed as stoic as ever. And god, whenever you talked back to him you could feel the annoyance vibrating in his blood. As fun as it was for you, he didn’t reciprocate the amusement.
As a plan to get some peace and quiet, Joyce started to kick the both of you out when she tended to routinely ask Hopper to give you a ride home. Neither of you had the heart to disappoint the sweet Joyce Byers, so you went along with it.
You visited Jon a few times a week, and each time Hopper drove you home. Each time you tried to make the ride less awkward, by attempting to strike up a conversation or flicking through his music tapes—but he was impenetrable.
It was a Friday night, and Hopper’s shitty car bounced as you both got in. You hated his car; it was ugly, jouncy, noisy and it tended to wildly splutter at random times. Taking a deep breath to overcome the immense amount of intimidation you felt asking him a normal question, you speak up. “Can you drop me at the diner? It’s on the way—“
“Why?” He asks, flicking on his headlights.
“I uhm, I have a date.”
“With who? Thought you were with Jonathan,” he grumbles.
“No, he’s dating Nancy Wheeler. And it’s with uh— Billy Hargrove,” you let out.
“Oh definitely not,” he snarls. “Not with that kid.” You don’t dare to argue, his aura of authority ignites— he wants no challenge from you.
You don’t say a word when you leave his car, after he drops you off outside your house.
The next few times you visit Jon, you don’t stick around and wait for Hopper. You started to bring your bike again, so you’d just walk straight past Hopper and ride home. A week later on Saturday, he catches you out. It’s dark out, he snatches your wrist just as you’re about to leave.
“It’s too late to bike. I’ll take you,” he grunts. He mumbles a short goodbye to Joyce, before he leads you out, his hand hovering over the small of your back. He loads your bike in the trunk, his car jolts forward when he piles into the driver's seat. He turns the key, and the silence between you is disturbed by the choking of his engine. “So, you’ve been avoidin’ me?”
You choke on your own saliva at the unexpected confrontation. “Uhm… I’d think of it more as doing you a favour.” You say as he finally pulls out of the driveway.
“How so?”
“Well, I know you’re not very fond of me. I know you’d rather hang out with Joyce more than driving me home…” you explain.
He snorts, “hang out with Joyce? We’re not teenagers,” he mumbles and you shrug. “I’d rather you get home safe.”
“Well, that’s your job Chief.” You tease.
“Alright, don’t get too cocky now,” he says. “I’m just lookin’ out for you, ‘s all. Don’t want you to get your heart broken by that fuckin’ Hargrove kid.”
“You’re not my daddy,” you mumble.
“Okay…? Like I said, just lookin’ out for ya.” He says, pulling up to the curb outside of your house. “Out, kid.”
You scoff, “thanks for the ride, daddy.” Hopper watches you rig your bike out of his trunk, letting out a strangled exhale when you walk inside your house. You made his dick fucking twitch when you called him ‘daddy’, and he instantly senses that something bad’s gonna happen.
A few days later, you’re climbing in his car again. He has news to tell you this time, and you can tell something’s up because of his stiffness— well, he’s more stiff than usual.
“Saw that kid kissin’ another girl at the bar,” he grumbles into the tense atmosphere of his car.
“Hopper, you really think I’m seeing him because I wanna be his girlfriend?” You ask with a slight chortle. He grunts in response, confused. He signals for you to elaborate. “I’m only going out with him because…” you stop yourself, already oversharing.
“‘Cus of what?”
“Well… It’s silly but— I heard he’s got a big—”
“Oh you gotta be kiddin’ me,” he says with a judgemental huff. “Where is your self respect?”
“Oh so I let a guy fuck me once and all of the sudden I have no self-respect?” You scoff, turning away from him. You’re pissed off. “I have needs.”
“Well sugar, I have needs too but you don’t see me going around and finding a slut with the ‘tightest pussy’, do ya?” He sternly mumbles, a hint of ridicule laced in his tone.
“You’re an asshole.”
“Well so is he so I don’t see the problem,” he replies.
“The problem is: I’m not using you for your cock, so it actually matters if you’re an asshole to me,” you seethe.
You see his fingers tighten around the steering wheel. “Don’t get mouthy with me, girl.”
“Or what?” You scorn, gritting your teeth as you look out of the window.
“Or I’ll fucking pull over,” he snarls.
“Yeah? And do what? You’re harmless,” you deride him.
“You wanna find out?” He looks over at you, threatening you.
“You won’t do shit—“ and with that, he’s steering off to the side of the road, it’s a conveniently quiet area surrounded by trees.
“Get out,” he growls, jumping out of his seat and stomping over to your side. “You wanna act like a slut, you get treated like one,” he rumbles, trapping you against the side of his car. The bitter air caresses your bare thighs, the wind causing your skirt to aggressively fly up. “On your fuckin’ knees.”
You don’t dare to disrespect him, you’re fucking in for it now. Yeah, you did want to wind him up, you did find him attractive, you did find him fun to play with—but you really blew it now.
“Open your mouth,” he commands. “And I swear to god if you say ‘make me’ I’ll fucking dislocate your jaw,” he grunts. Instantly, your mouth flies open and he almost laughs. You’d be lying if you said his dominance wasn’t making you wet. “Good slut, you look so pretty right now.”
You don’t dare to take your eyes off his, you hear his belt clink as he tugs it off. After you hear a quick zip, he takes himself out. He’s so fucking big, he’s even comparing his size to your face. He strokes himself, his length reaches your forehead— and he’s incredibly thick too. He slaps your tongue with his cock, tauntingly chuckling at the evident fear in your eyes.
“What’s wrong, sugar? Thought you liked big cocks,” he teases, his honey voice laced with sticky threat.
“Not as big as yours—“ you say but he curtly slaps your face with his thick fingers.
“When did I say you could talk?” He grumbles, “bad fucking slut.” And with that, he slides himself into your mouth. “Not a sound from you,” he commands and you nod as best as you can.
He moistens himself up with the saliva in your mouth, slathering his cock with your spit and then thrusting himself back in, slowly. He’s only halfway in and you already feel like gagging, he’s already cutting off your air supply. He thrusts himself in your mouth— you’re not really doing much sucking, he’s using you as a fuck toy. Everytime you close your eyes he slaps your cheek, and a proud smile emits on his face when he sees your glassy eyes. “If only you were this quiet when you haven’t got a cock stuffed in your throat. God, everytime you run your mouth I’m doing this,” he grumbles. “You really are a good girl deep down, aren’t you?”
You hum, when you blink a tear drops from your eyelashes.
“Poor baby, crying on daddy’s cock. I’d feel bad for you but fuck— you had this coming,” he mumbles with a grin. He pulls out of your mouth, and he feels his knees go weak at the sight. “Fuck—it’s drippin’ down your chin,” he almost moans. Your saliva is drizzling down from your bottom lip. “Come on honey,” he opens his back door, “I’ll look after ya.”
He slides in, patting his knee and you eagerly follow him. He has you on his lap, hard cock springing up. He slides your panties out of the way, silently thanking you for wearing a skirt. You sink down onto him with a strangled moan, and he chuckles evilly.
“Look at you. Sugar, I’m going to fucking devour you,” he rasps and you whine into his neck.
And that’s exactly what he does.
It’s not long before he has you bouncing on his cock, your legs aching and you’re begging him to make you slow down. He doesn’t listen, his hands continue to bounce you repeatedly on his huge cock. You’re so close already, and you try your hardest to wait and save yourself from the embarrassment— but he knows, he can read you like a fucking book.
“Sugar,” he moans out. “I can feel you tightenin’ around me,” he groans. “You gonna cum?”
“Yes,” you whine, “please.”
“Fuck, say please again and I’ll let you cum right fuckin’ now,” Hopper groans, spreading your cheeks open and slamming you down onto his cock.
“Please, please,” you mewl.
“Good slut. Good fucking slut,” he gasps. You finally let loose, pussy spasming around his length as you’re finally able to cum. “You feel so good,” he mumbles, still bouncing you up and down. “Don’t worry sugar, keep making those cute little sounds and I’ll cum soon,” he pressed a kiss to your temple. “God, you’re perfect for me. Should have fucked this pussy sooner,” he says and you nod in agreement. “You’re fucked stupid, bet you don’t even know what I said, do you?” He chuckles and you nod again— he was right. He always was, he knew you so well in such a short amount of time. “Fuck ‘m close,” he groans. You lean in to kiss him but he turns his head and you frown. “I don’t do kissing, sugar.”
You hum in disappointment, arms clutching onto his shoulders. He stops bouncing you, holding you upright and pummelling into you from below. It produces a vulgar slapping sound, and you feel your eyes rolling back at the pure pleasure and overstimulation you’re feeling right now.
“Perfect pussy, all fucking mine.” He grunts, slapping into you relentlessly. He groans, “I’m close. You want my cum, sugar? You want my cum in your little pussy?” He eggs you along, and you nod vigorously. “Fuuuck,” he groans out. Quickly after that, he stops pounding into you and finally spills inside of you. “That what you needed in order to stop seeing that delinquent kid?”
Band-aids and Broken Hearts || Jim Hopper x reader 18+
Request: Hopper with the school nurse or a nurse…a bit frosty at first but leads to something…SMUT obviously included.
Requested by: anonymous
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Warnings: smut. thats it.
A/N: im so sorry this took forever for me to write! i thought i would come back and surprise you guys with some smut with good ole jim hopper as a thank you for being patient with me. hope you guys enjoy!
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“Alright, so just try not to run around too much, keep the bandage on, and remember to clean it when you get home.” You finished throwing away the used gauze pads and wrapping from the bandage you had just placed on Dustin Henderson’s leg. Him and his friends were constantly in and out your nurses office, and sometimes you worried that their injuries came from worse than just fun play on the school yard. The young teen gave you a toothless grin, thanking you and getting up to leave.
“Thanks, I promise I’ll be back in tomorrow with a new battle wound.” He laughed as he saw your face, and you could hear his laugh grow louder when you called out a frustrated, “Dustin, that’s not funny!” Shaking your head, you couldn’t help but have a soft spot for the boy. He was a good kid. Your mood instantly shifted though when you heard a knock on the wall by the open door to your station and looked up to see him.
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Jim had just came back from checking out some weird bird attack and was in desperate need of a break. He sat in his office with his feet up, hat down, trying to get some form of sleep before the next oddball disturbance came in that he would surely have to check out. Unfortunately, he had just gotten comfortable when Flo yelled from down the hall. “Jim! You have a call coming in from the middle school, would you like me to take a message?” Jim breathed out an exasperated sigh before deciding it would be easier to just pick up the damn phone himself. “I got it Flo, thanks.” He let out one more long and irritated sigh before putting his feet down and picking up the phone.
Apparently there had been some trouble in the AV Club room and one of the teachers was afraid there was a live animal taking up residence in there. Jim had gone in and checked it out, pushing around some wires and bolts while the jumpy science teacher huddled over his shoulder, yelling at him every few seconds for touching something he shouldn’t be. Turns out there was nothing in there, but Jim had managed to get a pretty nasty cut above his eyebrow when he bent down to get a closer look at one of the cracks in the wall and had been startled by the teacher once again yelling about safety in the club room. He was bleeding, and had been instructed to make his way over to the nurses station, something he did with a bit of hesitation.
He didn’t care for doctors and, although you were not a doctor, he definitely didn’t feel up to seeing you today either. It wasn’t that he didn’t like you, in fact he liked you a little too much; that was the problem. The two of you had gone out for dinner one night and things had escalated pretty quickly, but the next morning Jim snuck out before you could wake up and refused to take any of your calls after. One night stands he could do, but the things he felt while being with you scared him and made him run away like a coward, maybe now would be the chance he needed to apologize; if he could muster up the courage to do so. When he made it to the open door, he knocked against the wall to signal to you of his presence.
Looking up to find Jim Hopper was not what you expected or wanted today. You had harbored feelings for the chief for years before you finally built up the courage to make a move. You two had gone out and had an amazing night together that extended far into the early morning, but still you had woken up alone. It had hurt, but you assumed that he just had to go into the station for something, he was the chief of police after all. Unfortunately, that hope was dashed away when your calls went unanswered and Jim even went so far as to turn the other way when he saw you in the supermarket. He was avoiding you, and you finally gave up and counted it down as a one night event for him, even though you had desperately hoped for more. It left you angry, but there wasn’t really much you could do.
“Can I help you?” Jim avoided eye contact like a professional, and that pissed you off even more. He lifted his hand and pointed at the cut that bled over his brow. “Yeah, got a bit of a scratch here and I was told you could help me out.”
Calling him over to your table, you tell him to sit on the chair beside yours. This was quickly revealed to be a mistake though, as you realized you would now have to stand to be able to comfortably reach his brow where the cut lay. You sigh and get up, grabbing a disinfectant wipe and placing your fingers beneath his chin to guide his head back a bit, giving you better view…of the wound. His beautiful blue eyes had nothing to do with this, yet you couldn’t help but notice how stunning they looked even as the dingy yellow school lighting reflected against them.
He caught you staring pretty quickly, but his own urge to look at you won out for a moment before he spoke up. “This gonna sting at all nurse?” That snaps you out if it really quick and you once again move to clean the cut.
“Not as much as it should.” You grumble under your breath and Jim sighs loudly. “Look, (y/n) you can be pissed all you want. Shit, you have a right to be mad. I’m not going to apologize though, I did what I had to.” You press down harshly and Jim whinces, pulling back.
“You did what you had to? Seriously, Jim? Why the fuck did you use me to get off and then leave like I was some fucking girl you picked up off the street? Why did you have to do that?” Jim reaches up and rubs the base of his nose with his two fingers, sighing heavily before letting his arm fall back to his side. “Is this really a conversation to be having at a school?” That seemed to break you. You were tired and had had enough of this childish game of avoiding feelings.
“You’re right, Hopper. You should probably go.” Jim looks you in the eye and you almost think he has the nerve to give you a look that made it seem you were hurting him. Shaking his head, he turns around and grabs the bandage from the desk before walking out the door. It’s what he was good at.
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The rest of the day seemed to last forever. The hours drug on as your mind constantly wandered back to Jim. Why did he have to be so stubborn? You couldn’t understand why he refused to even give you a chance.
The bell rang and the kids left, but you remained in your office. You had some of the students’ medicines that needed to be organized and accounted for, and you had nothing to do at home so you made the decision to just stay and fix everything up. It would be a long night, but at least it might keep your mind busier than being home would.
*****
Jim had spent the whole day cursing himself for being too big of a coward to tell you how he felt. How could something as simple as feelings be so hard for him? At the end of the day, he found himself making final rounds to see if anything needed to be done in Hawkins, and eventually he found himself back at the middle school.
Initially he wasn’t planning on stopping. No one would be there so there was no point; but then he noticed the light on. More importantly Jim noticed that it was your office light that was on. And so he parked and forced himself out of the car before he could chicken out again.
You had just placed the last filed medical sheet into the drawer and were turning to lock it up when you noticed Jim standing in the doorway of your office and nearly let out a scream. “Jim, what the hell are you doing here?“
Jim just stares at you for a moment before he walks closer. “Look, (y/n)…I’m not- this kind of thing, you know it’s not my thing.” You can see the inner turmoil in his eyes, but you honestly don’t understand what he’s trying to say. “Jim, what are you talking about?” You can feel the confusion on your face, but he just shakes his head.
“I don’t know. I just-” he lets out a frustrated sigh before leaning forward and kissing you. You let out a surprised little yelp and he quickly pulls back. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just grab you. That wasn’t right-” Once again he’s cut off, but this time by you pulling him down to meet your lips in a hungry kiss.
You forgot how much you loved to feel him against you. His lips, his hands, his body. Jim was so warm and big in every possible way and you feel the familiar heat coursing through your veins as he pushes you back against the desk you use everyday. You barely have a chance to breathe as Jim holds you close against his body, pulling you in to press as tightly against him as possible.
He pulls back for a second and looks you in the eye, pushing your hair away from your face gently. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I don’t want you regretting anything.” You see only genuine concern and honesty in his eyes, and you know that if he leaves again you’ll hate him; but if you don’t get at least one more night to feel every inch of his body pushed deeply within yours you’re going to hate yourself a lot more. “I want this if you do."
That’s all he needs to hear as he pushes his lips back to yours. You bite gently and suck on his bottom lip, hearing a low moan escape his throat that sends a shot of warmth straight down between your legs. His chest vibrates as he breathes deeply against you.
Jim pulls back and helps you lift your shirt over your head, eyes looking into yours once more as you shoot him an encouraging smile. His eyes then roam down to take you in. He leans forward and kisses you gently before moving down do suck on your neck more forcefully.
You can’t stop the soft sighs from leaving your lips as you feel his hands come up to play with your breasts. Your eyes fall shut and soon you can feel the rough pads of his hands as they make quick work of removing your bra and begin playing with the soft skin of your chest.
You nearly let out a scream as you feel his teeth give a particularly hard bite on your pulse point at the same moment Jim gets bold and begins to roughly pinch at your nipples. He chuckles lowly in his chest and looks back to your face, reveling in the look of your lust blown pupils. "Is that a little too rough for you baby?” You look him in the eyes as you adamantly shake your head. “Never."
It takes only a second for Jim to start up again. This time, he uses that expert tongue to take your nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it gently and then giving your breasts soft licks and blowing cool air on the sensitive buds. You gasp again and your hands fly to his hair, running your nails through his scalp and eliciting a heavenly groan from him that vibrates against your sensitive skin.
Jim reaches down and undoes the button of your pants, pushing down the zipper before shoving his hand into the fabric. His fingers play with the silk of your underwear, tracing up and down your slit through the barrier of your panties. You let out another whimper and moan his name in a desperate little whine; your whole being was aching to feel him and you desperately needed him to touch you. Jim looks at you and lets out a shaky breath.
"What do you want baby? Tell me what you want me to do.” Your face flushes red and you look down as you whimper. “Please Jim.” He moves his hand, leaving you cold and you move to pull him back but he grabs your hand and pushes it down. Using his other hand, he lifts your face to look at him. “Use your words or you get nothing.” It was this demanding side of Jim that attracted you to him years ago, and fuck if it didn’t get you even wetter now. “I’m sorry.” Jim gives you a stern look. “Sorry, what?” Suddenly your face flushes again as you realize what you forgot to say.
“I’m sorry, sir.” Smiling, Jim moves his hand back to remove your pants and underwear the rest of the way. He puts his fingers against your lips and you take them into your mouth immediately. Sucking on them expertly, you swirl your tongue around each finger, making sure they’ll be dripping wet when he removes them from your mouth.
Taking them out slowly, Jim breathes deeply again before lowering his hand down to your core. “Now, tell me what you want me to do baby.” This time, you look him straight in the eye while answering. “I want you to fuck me, sir. Please, make me scream.” Jim groans loudly again before chuckling and slowly pushing his fingers into you.
You let out a loud moan as he pushes in and out of you. His fingers, like many things about him, were huge. He was using them to make sure you were stretched out and soaking wet, and you let your soft moans work as a thank you because you knew you would need the preparation for what was to come.
Leaning down, you feel Jim’s warm breath against your clit and almost squeeze your legs shut as his tongue darts out to take it into his mouth. He pushes your legs open, holding them apart as he continues his assault on your little bundle of nerves while still pumping his thick fingers in and out of you.
Suddenly you feel a tight heat radiating through your body. A tightness starts to grow in your core and your legs begin to quiver slightly. Jim looks up at you and laughs against your pussy. “You gonna come for me baby? Come on, come all over my face babygirl. Let me taste you."
That sends you over the edge. Jim speeds up his fingers, licking at your pussy as you feel yourself coming undone. He helps you ride out your orgasm before giving another long lick to your sensitive slit, pulling his sticky fingers out slowly.
You sit there in a daze as you watch him take his fingers into his mouth. He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply before releasing his fingers and leaning over you. "Taste yourself baby.” You grab his hand gently and pull his wet fingers into your mouth, sucking lazily as you taste your own juices mixing with the familiar taste of his mouth. You use his arm to pull him down, replacing his fingers with his tongue as you kiss him deeply. Tasting yourself on his lips and tongue sends another rush of warmth down your body and you know that you need him now. Reaching down, you unzip Jim’s pants and reach in to pull out his hard length.
He’s large and warm against your palm, and your lazy strokes slowly speed up as he lets out a strangled moan that makes you yearn for him even more. You move to get on your knees, but Jim stops you quickly. “Not today baby, I just need to be inside you."
Guiding you back up, Jim wraps his hands underneath your thighs as you jump up, successfully getting propped up on the desk and at perfect level with his hips. You quickly take hold of him again and pump his cock a few times before using your legs to pull his body closer to yours.
“Do you want this baby? Do you want me to fuck you?” You look up expecting to see some form of smirk or general sense that he’s trying to mock your neediness, but Jim looks completely sincere. “I do want this, if you’re willing to give it.” Looking each other in the eyes, you both knew this meant something more than consent to sex; it was a question of whether or not you would both be open and willing this time to be more. You hold your breath in anticipation of what he would respond with, but you don’t wait for long.
Jim sweeps down and kisses you with an open passion so unlike anything you’ve received from him in the past. He holds your face in his palm and pulls back, looking at you and allowing you to really see him for the first time ever. “I think I’m more than willing to now.” He smiles gently and you return the look of glee, but that smile is wiped from your face as you feel him push into you. A loud moan escapes your lips and Jim groans lowly in your ear, entering slowly before he finally fills you all the way up. “Are you alright babygirl?” He mumbles against your skin, breathing in a deep breath of air that hitches when you roll your hips against his. “I’m more than alright.”
Jim chuckles, making possibly the most sexy sound you had ever heard. He takes your thigh in his hand and rubs it gently, starting to move in and out in a delicious way. You struggle to contain your moans as he picks up the pace, your hips moving to meet his of their own accord. He lifts your thighs up further, giving himself both a better view and deeper access to your tight heat. Jim is moaning loudly above you, and with each moan you’re driven further and further toward the edge.
“God you are so fucking wet for me baby. You like feeling me inside you? You wanna cum for me sweetheart?” His voice alone could get you off and the shocking heat radiating from your core is slowly taking hold of your entire body. You let out a little whine as you feel his thumb on your clit, rubbing tight little circles on it that are nearly pushing you to the edge. He slaps it roughly and you scream at the painful flash of pleasure it erupts. “You have to answer me baby.” Jim’s dark, lust blown pupils let you know that he isn’t messing around right now, so you don’t even try to misbehave; part of you wonders if you could have even tried to deny him at all in that moment. “Yes sir, I want to cum for you.” Jim chuckles again, but it slowly turns into a growl as he speeds up his thrusting. His fingers find their way back to your clit and he runs his thumb over it at a brutal pace.
“Come on baby, cum all over me. I want to feel your little pussy get tight for me.” If you weren’t about to unravel before, his voice definitely sealed the deal. Your legs start to shake as you feel the tight coil within your belly spring loose and in an instant your whole body is quivering as your orgasm erupts from that place deep within you that only Jim can unlock.
Jim’s hips are still moving, helping you ride out your orgasm as your walls begin to milk him of his release. He lets out a cry and kisses you roughly, his hot cum shooting itself deep within you. You both breathe heavily and you remain unmoving aside from a few sweet little kisses as you come down from your highs. When you can finally trust yourself not to collapse from standing, you sit up on the desk and Jim steps back, offering you a hand before thinking better and lifting you off the desk to place you on the ground. You both grab your clothes and begin putting them back on, and the silence is beginning to worry you as you realize that promises made in the middle of passionate sex don’t always hold up afterward. Just as you are about to speak, Jim beats you to it.
“Would you want to maybe go out and get some dinner tomorrow?” He’s looking down nervously, avoiding eye contact in an attempt to save face in the event that you reject him.
You smile and place your hand on his face to guide him back to look at you before placing a small kiss on his lips.
A/N: Im working on more requests that were submitted before i went m.i.a.but hmu if yall have any head cannon ideas or drabble stuff! Love yall, and as always, any feedback/interaction is highly appreciated and makes my day (this is a side blog so i may not always be able to reply to comments, but please know i love you so so much for taking the time to leave them)
Hi love! I adore your writing :) I have a request: hopper giving reader her first orgasm ever?
ugh I LOVE THIS CONCEPT thank u anon :)
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you were a bartender in hawkins, a job that you didn’t always love, but it paid your bills and put food on the table, and that was all you could ask for
there were a few perks, though; one of those perks is that you get to see your favorite customer, jim hopper. you called him your favorite because you had a massive crush on him, and the way he flirted with you whenever he came in made you suspect the feelings were mutual
you knew what time of day he came in (conveniently it was only when you were on shift), you knew his drink order, and more importantly, you had really come to learn about who he was
many people tell you all the time that being a bartender was like being a therapist, and they were right. people told you everything, especially when they had a few drinks in them. you usually just smiled and agreed, hoping your listening would give you an extra few dollars on your tip. but with hopper it was different, you had really loved his stories, and wanted to help him when he needed advice
you found yourself getting happier whenever he walked through the doors, and you tried to tell yourself the visible smile on his face when he saw you as well was just his excitement to have a drink; but you could tell he had a little twinkle in his eye
tonight you were working your normal shift, when he came in looking pretty distraught
“oh god, tough day?”
“am i that easy to read?” he chuckled, sitting down across from you as you handed him a beer
“guess i’ve just come to learn when you’re off. and i hate to make it even worse, but I’m leaving early tonight. they’re training someone new and I’m not qualified enough to help with that.”
“well if you’re not working can you come and have a drink with me? we can go somewhere else, so it’s less weird. i could really use someone to talk to, and you’re the only person i like around here.” he laughed again, taking a few long sips of his beer. you usually didn’t go beyond the bar with customers, but he wasn’t just anyone. he was jim hopper
so you agreed to go out with him, and once you clocked out he took you down the street to another shitty hawkins dive bar. the two of you ordered drinks and sat in the corner in a quiet little booth, and you spent the next few hours listening to him rant about work and life and fatherhood, progressively getting drunker as the night went on
the alcohol consumption eventually led the two of you to the conversation of sex; talking about how it had been a while for both of you, and how much you missed just being kissed by someone.
“hmm, what’s the best sex you’ve ever had?” he asked you, stuttering over his words
“none of it, honestly. guys my age don’t know shit about how to please a women.” you laughed, realizing it was the first time you’d admitted that out loud
“what do you mean? like, you’ve never... you know?” hopper looked mortified, like he’d seen a ghost
“no. well, not from sex, anyways. no one has ever done that for me.”
hopper just kind of sat back and looked at you, not sure how to respond. he had always thought of that as a requirement for having sex. he’d never gone a session without making sure the other person was where they needed to be.
“okay, i might be absolute hammered and out of my mind- but let me show you how a real man takes care of a woman. let me... show you.” by this point, hopper was inches away from you; his hand on your upper thing, fingers lightly tracing the hem of your dress.
in normal circumstances, you would’ve said no. despite the fact that you obviously wanted to, you knew what people would say about you going for an older man. but you were drunk, and horny, and you knew he could please you the way you needed.
so you agreed, and the two of you quickly rushed out of the bar and into a cab back to your place. as soon as you got in the door, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other, your clothes coming off within seconds of being alone
and hopper did know what he was doing. he was right. he went down on you like no one ever before, moving in such rhythmic and pleasurable ways that you came twice.
and then he let you ride him, keeping his thumb on your clit and massaging slowly, giving you another chance to cum as he thrusted inside of you.
and let’s just say after that night you never had to worry about another man making you cum again- because he was the only man you were going to let fuck you from here on out
Jim Hopper finding out about your size kink would include :
(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Hopper! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/credit to the original owners.)
-Him only realizing it after he’d ask you about constantly checking him out and you instantly stuttering and just coming up with lame excuses all while mentioning how you love a man so much bigger than you
-Him loving to just come up behind you and give you a little scare as he leans down to whisper in your ear, enjoying to see you get flustered and just getting shy as he points it out
-Him just having to prove you wrong and get you all quiet as he picks you up during an argument, reminding you how much you love how bigger and stronger he is than you that way
-Him constantly reaching to hold your hand and just squeezing here and there, teasing you about how much bigger his hand is than yours and how easily he can just pull you to him
-Him loving to pull you into his lap and practically hold and touch you as he feels like, constantly teasing you about how much smaller you are compared to him and how hopeless you look
-Him loving to tower over you as you’d speak to him so softly, reminding you of how much bigger he is than you that way and of course leaning down to kiss you and practically grip you to him
-Him easily reminding you of how strong he actually is with the way he pulls you back to him or pins you down the bed, easily pulling at your clothes and showing you who’s in charge
-Him proving his strength once again with the way he grips your hair and makes you suck him off, all while teasing you about being such a small and delicate thing
-Him just loving to hold you completely to him as he fucks you, not letting you the opportunity to dominate him and showing you he can fuck you the way he wants as he pleases
-Him always making a joke about how you much you love him being bigger than you, teasing you about how you’ll never leave him because of it
Summary: Your job sometimes takes you to the other side of the world and sometimes even to the middle of an ocean on an aircraft carrier. A blond sailor is especially nice to you this time.
Warnings: None
Word count: ~1.5k
A/N: I found this hidden in my drafts.
He came back from a long flight and was just looking forward to a refreshing shower after sweating for hours in his F-18. As he made his way through the corridors from the deck of the aircraft carrier, he immediately noticed you sitting there. Looked like you were waiting for someone. He had never noticed you before. Maybe you had just arrived while he was gone. His first thought was how cute you looked, but also kind of tired and exhausted. Your civilian clothes made it clear that you were not a sailor or otherwise part of the Navy.
This was not unusual. Agents or analysts from intelligence agencies came onto Navy ships all the time. They were often joined by service providers, even if the ship had been operating for some time.
He was only confused when you were still sitting there after his shower and even later after his dinner.
You were visibly cold. He was sorry to see you practically hugging yourself and stroking your shivery upper arms to warm yourself up a bit.
He didn't even know you and didn't really know what had gotten into him, but he felt the compulsion to help you.
He took off the hoodie he had quickly thrown on after the shower, leaving him in a simple white shirt. Actually, a little too casual for a pilot on an aircraft carrier. But he just wanted to get a snack and then quickly disappear into his bunk.
“Here” you heard a deep and pleasant voice say. So tired and absorbed in your own thoughts, you had not even noticed how someone approached you and were all the more surprised to see a face completely unknown to you. Actually, you had finally expected the commander, who should ensure that you could sleep somewhere tonight. But apparently he took a little more time.
You eyed the attractive man in front of you, not noticing the hoodie he held out to you. He was stunning. His white shirt didn’t really hide his trained body. It accentuated his sun kissed skin as well as his muscles. Especially his defined biceps.
It took a few seconds and a supportive gesture from him until you finally understood what he was offering you.
“I’ve seen you waiting for a while now and you look cold. Take it.”
“Oh, eh… thank you” you mumbled and gave him a tired smile.
He looked down at you. His green eyes had this soft expression and his short blond hair shimmered golden even in the harsh lighting. You were honestly very grateful for his offer and took the dark blue piece of clothing with the white lettering “NAVY” on it.
It literally “screamed” comfort. And you were right. It was incredible how much warmer you felt as soon as you pulled it over your head. And how amazingly good it smelled.
If his hoodie smelled so good, how good did he have to smell?
He couldn't help but smile a little when he saw how quickly you became visibly more comfortable in his hoodie.
“Better?”
“Better” you nodded with a shy smile.
He was a little curious about what you were doing here but knew after years in the Navy that it was pretty much none of his business. But he still had to ask you “Do you want me to get anyone or let them know that you’re still waiting?” Somehow he simply didn't want you to have to sit around here for a few more hours.
“No, thank you”.
It came out of your mouth a little harsher than you had planned, which you could see from his puzzled look. Quickly you wanted to clarify the situation and explained to him “I was parked here until they know where to put me up for the night. Wasn't planning on being here”.
You exchanged another smile and just as he took a breath to continue the conversation a man came down the aisle. It was the commander, who was visibly stressed.
Your “rescuer” showed his respect towards the commander with a simple “Sir” and took a step back.
The commander acknowledged the gesture and simply nodded back before he began to speak to you “Y/N, sorry this had taken so long. But I had to take care of a few things for the mission first. Come on, we've found something for you”. With a hand waving towards him, he gave you to understand that you should follow him and headed off right away
You jumped up and in your haste to follow him, you almost forgot to ask how you could return the hoodie and turned to the blond man.
“Oh, wait your hoodie! How can I…?”
He winked at you “Keep it”, turned around and walked away.
Your cheeks suddenly became hot. Was he flirting with you?
Perplexed you stood in the corridor, watching the blond man leaving. The commander’s voice brought you back to reality, when he called your name. You rushed to him. But every attempt to concentrate on the words of the commander failed, as you only had his voice and his picture in your head.
You peeked over your shoulder to catch one last glimpse of him, before he finally disappeared from your sight.
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The one night in the bunk had been surprisingly good for you. It wasn't too comfortable, and you had respect for the sailors who did it for months. Not only because of the bunk, but also because of the men and women with whom you are in close quarters for such a long time.
Nevertheless, you felt much more rested than last evening. Your body no longer felt so heavy, and your head was much clearer.
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A small shadow settled over your heart as you boarded the helicopter that would take you from the carrier to the nearest military airport.
Inwardly you had hoped to see him again. Maybe to get to know his name. But obviously that was not meant to be. And maybe it was better that way.
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Although it was very warm during the day, it quickly became fresh as soon as the sun disappeared. The light wind also made you shiver a bit. Fortunately, you were already somewhat used to it, and you were prepared. On the back seat of your car was the dark blue Navy hoodie that you had more or less gotten as a gift.
It was your favorite hoodie by now. You actually wore it all the time, no matter where you were. Whether on a cold day or simply in the evening on the couch. It was your constant companion. It was so nice and warm and cozy. Since it was actually much too big for you, you could really wrap yourself up in it.
Months later, the memory of meeting the nice blond man still put a little smile on your face. He showed up in your daydreams from time to time. Sometimes you just had to think about him and his beautiful green eyes, his lovely smile and… but you immediately stopped yourself.
Probably you should just forget about him. You didn’t even know his name. And although you had the resources, you never tried to find out who he was, what exactly he did or where he was stationed.
It was funny how fast the last few months went by since you came back from your mission.
First you had a little time off to spend with friends and family. And then came the offer that let you move once across the country.
You had started your new job a few weeks ago. Until now, a routine had not really set in. The best way to get to know your new colleagues was to spend an evening in a bar. After all, you had to trust your lives to each other and a few drinks did more wonders than sitting together for hours in a car, on a plane or in the office.
The glowing lettering above the entrance was clearly visible as you walked toward the bar on the beach.
The Hard Deck
When you entered the bar there was already a lot going on, but you could spot your colleagues right away and they waved happily at you.
But on the way to them, you wanted to order something at the bar first. The woman behind the bar gave you a friendly smile and immediately got to work when she took your order. You grabbed your drink and made your way to your colleagues. You had a lot of fun together.
The evening was nice and so was the bar. You liked every detail of this bar. From the little planes to the piano.
Your gaze roamed around the room and the crowd some more. In the back, there appeared to be a pool table where a group of Navy soldiers had gathered.
Wait? Was that?
Incredulous you looked closer and also your counterpart had found you. A smile spread across his face.
You excused yourself for a moment and walked to him.
“Bradshaw?!” you asked a little bit louder to drown out the music and the chatter. You couldn’t believe he was here instead of Naval Air Station Oceana, Virginia Beach.
“Y/N?! What the hell are you doing here???” Bradley asked you back incredulously, welcoming you with a tight but strictly friendly hug.
“I could ask you the same” you playfully returned and tapped his chest with your index finger.
“Restationed” the both of you answered nearly simultaneously, causing a loud laughter.
The two of you talked alone for a while before Rooster decided to introduce you to his friends. Phoenix, Bob, Fanboy… you had some trouble keeping up with all the new names. But they all seemed incredibly nice.
“And this special one, arriving too late is..” You turned in the direction Rooster was pointing and couldn't believe your eyes “…Hangman” you heard him completing his sentence.
“Nice hoodie” the blond smiled at you, not turning his eyes away from you for a single second.
can you write a drabble where you and joel try the mating press position please?
anon, the answer is holy jesus yes. you don’t understand the way this ignited something inside of me. i’m writing this instead of packing.
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pretty prey
Joel Miller x afab!reader
Warnings: MDNI. Porn, no plot. No mention of age, race, or body type. Use of pet names. Joel is aggressive but not like mean aggressive. Low key predator/prey kink. Unprotected p in v. Breeding kink. Cream pie.
Word Count: 925
a/n: not even slightly proofread, so pls let me know if it's a disaster.
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Sex with Joel Miller was a marathon, certainly not a sprint.
You learned that fact fast, and you learned it the hard way. He didn’t just want you, he craved you. He was insatiable, lasting longer than any man you had ever encountered, which left you reeling in a bliss you never knew existed.
Like now, while he’s got your back pressed into the mattress, rutting into you with his hips nestled between your thighs, already pulling two orgasms from you with just his fingers and lips alone.
Your legs shake around his torso, arms flopped back onto the pillows, the entirety of you feeling like clay, malleable at his will. Through the squint of your heavy eyelids, you can see the way he consumes you. Dark eyes, sweat lingering at his temples. His hands bruise their prints into your thighs, every thrust of his hips curving his cock into you where it touches the soft, sweet little spot inside of you.
“Joel,” you whine, and he’s growling in response. You’re limp, body at his disposal, walls involuntarily clenching around him. He loves you this way; helpless, begging, all his.
“I know, baby,” he purrs, and he’s pushing your thighs from his hips back against your chest. “I just want’ya to feel me real deep. Right in here-” he takes one of his hands off your thigh to run across your lower belly, the pressure along with the invasion of his cock making you shudder. He clocks your reaction, flashing a sinful smirk down at you. “You want that, don’t you, sweet girl? Wanna feel me all the way in your tummy?”
You can’t find the words, but are nodding up at him frantically. The obscene sound of your slick around his cock echoing through the room.
He doesn’t waste any time. Pulling most of the way out of you, he pins your thighs to your chest. Then, he’s propping himself up on his feet, his own thighs squeezing against yours to keep him steady, before slicing back into you. The entire weight of him at his disposal.
You’re gasping at the new angle, hands flying from their once lax position to grip his shoulders. Jaw slack, eyes a daze as you peer up at him. Like the flip of a switch, he’s an animal above you. Working himself into you at an unruly pace that has you seeing stars. He’s reaching a point inside of you that you didn’t know existed, your entire being consumed by him. Every thrust sends a sharp sound of slapping skin through the room, accompanied by a litany of your own, weak moans.
Tears spring to your waterline as he bruises into your cervix, the grunts and murmurs of that’s it, take it baby, can see the outline of my cock against your tummy all indication of his enjoyment.
And all you can do is take it. Pain blurring into the pleasure. But before it becomes too unbearable, his reaching a hand between your bodies, thumb finding your sensitive clit. He paints over it in calculated strokes, and chuckles when he feels you flutter around him again, back arching off of the mattress and inviting him further into your aching pussy.
“Tell me how it feels, baby,” he grunts in between thrusts, growing sloppier the tighter you clench onto him. “Tell me how good my cock feels splittin’ you open.”
“S-so deep, Joel.” Your eyes are at the back of your skull, unable to maintain their focus as you feel the coil in your stomach on the verge of snapping. You’re not sure if it’s because of your budding release or because Joel really has succeeded in breaking you.
His thumb abandons your clit then, eliciting a whine. Instead, he is reaching for one of your hands, tearing it off his shoulder, and pressing it just below your belly button.
Like a deer in headlights, your eyes go wide again to find him leering down at you, damp lips parted and hair sticking to his forehead. He is fully mounted on top of you, and you cannot help but press the hand he guides further into your flesh, feeling the bulbous tip of his cock bulging from beneath the flesh.
“You feel that, pretty girl?” he quips, having his answer by the sheer drunk look in your eyes. There is something so obscene, so vulgar about feeling him through your skin. It has your toes curling.
“Joel, I’m—I’m gonna-”
The quickening of his pace cuts you off, words reduced to pathetic whimpers. You can feel your own wetness pooling between your bodies, the headboard behind you banging relentlessly into the wall.
“Come on my cock, pretty girl. Come so I can fill you all the way up.” His coaxing is enough to bring you just to the edge, the brush of his fingers against your clit returning, and sending you over.
You’re clutching your stomach the entire ride through your release, the way your body melts into the will of his demolition enough to bring Joel to his own. The sounds he elicits are damn near snarls, absolutely ravenous as he strokes into you. You feel the familiar warmth inside of you when he takes a final thrust forward, keeping himself fully enclosed in your walls as he coats them with his seed.
And when he’s finished, he remains sheathed inside of you. Collapsing onto your chest, allowing your legs to be released from their prison against you. Keeping you plugged up with his cock and his come, branding you with the most sacred part of him.
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