summary: Nobody suspects you’ve been hooking up with Hopper on your patrol breaks.
tags: explicit smut, outdoor bareback sex, top hopper x male reader
word count: 562
A lunchtime picnic is perfect for this time of year. The wind carries the first signs of summer. Trees sway and creak. The sound of the brook leading to the nearby lake is rhythmic and relaxing. A soft woven blanket is spread upon the lush grass. Clothes are hastily tossed aside. Clouds make way for gentle sunshine.
As you lay prone on your back, the blue of the sky is overtaken by Chief’s pretty eyes. His hand tosses the lubricant to the grass with a soft thud. He lines up with you, pressing the tip of his cock into your tight ring. A harsh breath leaves his mouth. Even after being stretched out by him so much you’re still so tight. You clench your eyes and grasp the woven blanket. Hopper gradually pushes his shaft deeper into your flesh. He folds your legs deeper, making you feel small underneath the older man. Your breathing resumes as you adjust to his girth.
“That’s it, baby.” he coos at a whisper.
He starts to pump in and out of your ass. Struggling to keep his length inside you, he ruts into you harder and you moan in response. He’s so thick inside of your hole. Hopper props himself up with his strong arms, giving you room to reach down for your cock.
Fingers clench around your shaft as you start jerking yourself. The feelinf of his cock head penetrating you, fucking you right in that deep sensitive zone is more than enough to make you cry out. Hopper smiles with lust as he watches your face contort with pleasure.
“Yeah? You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” he teases.
His thumb caresses your jaw before slipping into your mouth. You suck him eagerly. Getting fucked by your superior out in the woods. Thinking about heading back to the station where nobody suspects that Chief Hopper has been pounding and breeding your ass. Fuck, it’s hot.
Hopper’s finger slips back out of your mouth, his focus now on thrusting deep into your cunt until he busts.
“Harder, Daddy, oh my God, you’re so deep in my ass—“ you pat between whining and squirming. Your hand starts to stroke more desperately. Hopper carefully balances on one hand and uses the other to wrap around your throat. Squeezing lightly.
“Cum for me.” he orders, his lips glossed with aroused drool over the sight of his fuck toy.
You try your best to orgasm, almost there. Stars spin in your eyes. You forget you’re outside in the grass.
“I said cum for me.”
That does it. Hopper releases your neck and gazes at the ropes of hot sticky seed painting your chest.
“Yes, baby— oh fuck what a good boy.” he praises.
You are moaning and panting, still dribbling onto yourself as Hopper relentlessly slams into your ass. He tries to say something, but all that escapes is a guttural noise as he pulses inside of your flesh. His seed spills into you, mingling with your warmth. After he milks himself, he pulls out and takes a good look. His cum is leaking out of your gaping hole.
Hopper lowers himself before slumping onto his back beside you. You climb onto his sweating torso and kiss him. His tongue gently greets your own. A loving hand plays with your frazzled hair. Birds chirp in the distance.
oh to let a circa 1985 jim hopper pick you up on warm summer nights and fuck you like a toy. he would just toss you around and fold you, forcing his thick girth into you as he pleased.
on the fourth of july he’d cuddle with you in bed before busting a thick load of his cum all over your pretty pink panties. he’d make you wear them, turned on by the fact that you’re carrying his sweet honey on your cunt all day long.
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