SUMMARY: He knows you deliver pizza to chip in extra cash around the house. He knows you hate him with every fiber of your being. He also knows you wouldn’t mind sucking his dick, albeit very angrily. Hopper doesn’t even like pizza that much, but he sure as hell likes you.
WARNINGS: Like so much bickering it isn’t funny, petty arguments, SMUT (face sitting, face fucking, dirty talk, piv sex, etc.)
The doorbell rang, and Hopper hadn’t even got out of his recliner before it rang again. And then again. And, just in case he hadn’t heard before- again. Oh! For extra good measure- it rang one last time. Hopper was red in the face with aggravation as he slung the door open, your shit eating grin clad face smirking up at him like the little brat you were, a gum bubble that smelled like pineapple popping from between your plush lips.
“Whoops.” You spoke through a chew, pushing the box of pizza towards his chest.
“You know I think you broke a fucking world record for ringing that damn bell.” He snarled, fishing through his wallet.
The chief looked slightly disheveled this evening, his hair messy and stuck to his face, wearing only a pair of tight green boxers and a white shirt that was a size too small. It took every ounce of your willpower not to glance down at his rather prominent bulge. Come on, you weren’t oblivious, the guy had to be huge. In attempt to bring yourself out of your own thoughts, you made a snarky comment. “Did I interupt you in the middle of something sexy, or do you just live in constant filth and don’t know how to take a shower?”
Almost immediately you realized your mistake, his mouth turning into the most arrogant smirk you had ever seen before in your entire life. “Maybe you can come in here and teach me how to take a shower, honey.” The pet name rolled from his tongue like venom and you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
“Just pay for your damn pizza and let me go, Chief.” You slay the name just as bitterly back, your tight jaw twitching.
You and the chief had years of history, ever since you were in high school. Back then it had just been constant back and forth bickering about stupid, pressing matters. Every Thursday he was over at your house for dinner, being your dads best friend and all. Baseball games, football on the TV, Olympics- literally any excuse to get some of your mom’s cooking, Hop was over. And your dad didn’t mind at all.
He was the type of friend to constantly make your life a living hell of hysteria. Pulling your pigtails, pinning your noise, bringing up old shit he had caught you doing at football games over peaceful meals. When you got older he stopped, but he busted you every chance he got. Everytime you’d get it on with someone in the car of a parking lot? Boom, busted. Every cigarette smoked or beer drank? Boom, busted. Every time you were out past your parents curfew? Boom, busted. Even now, a freshman in college, everything was just one big “boom, busted.”
“Earth to (Y/N), you hear me?”
“I don’t have enough cash for a tip.”
You scoffed, waving your hand. “Whatever. Anything to get away from you quicker.”
“How about you come in? There might be some in my junk drawer.”
The point you gave him was the definition of pointed, your arms crossing stubbornly. “Was that a sexual innuendo?” You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together as he towered over you, walking closer. So close, in fact, you felt his chest brush your shoulder blade.
Letting a look of disgust wash over, you pushed past him and walked into his own home. “I just want my damn tip.”
“And I’ll give it to you. You just gotta ask.” He was sounding as absolutely cocky as someone could humanely sound, that stupid moustache barely hiding his stupid smirk on his stupid face.
“You’re a fucking dumbass, Hop-”
“Sure I am. But I’m not stupid.”
“That’s literally what a dumbass is-”
“Ever since your senior year of high school, you’ve wanted my cock down your throat. Don’t deny it either, I know how you look at me.” His smirk only grew when your face dropped, mouth slack and (e/c) eyes wide.
“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about-”
Jim cornered you against his kitchen table, a calloused palm resting on the tall cabinent behind you to lock you in. His body was tight against yours and it was so, so wrong but it felt so, so right. A solid arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close until you felt his thigh go in between your legs, an involuntary moan leaving your lips.
“Fuck, Hop. You conniving son of a bitch.” You snarled, leaning against him for support as you grinded your hips into him. With each little movement you felt his boner getting bigger and bigger against your thigh, and when you looked up you saw him wearing a mocking grin.
“See? I’m quite the detective, huh?”
“You’re getting too big for your britches, shut the fuck up.”
“Hmm, you are absolutely right I’m getting too big. You pick up details fast, maybe you should be the next chief of police.” He grabbed your hand, moving it to his bulge, and you couldn’t help but whine softly. He was big, thick and long equally- A real fucking Renaissance man.
“Jesus Christ.” You dropped to your knees without a second thought, mouth watering when you inched down his boxers, leaning back as his cock sprung free from his briefs quickly. You wrapped your hand around him, giving his erection a few rugs as you glanced up at him. There he stood, watching your every move with that unwavering look of pure and total arrogance. You wanted to roll your eyes, but you were far to caught up in memorizing every inch, and there were a whole lot of them, of his dick.
You opened your mouth, obediently taking the swollen, leaking head in between your lips, eyes closing as you groaned softly. Hopper grabbed the side of your head, guiding you down slowly, allowing you to get a feel for him.
“You okay?” He asked through a gruff, throaty grunt.
“Mhm.” Your muffled voice made him crack a grin, and he nodded a bit.
“Be a good little girl and stay just like that.” Hopper began moving his hips, fucking your mouth that was wide open for him.
He slid back into your throat with ease, making you gag slightly the first few times because of that damned reflex. After a while, you got the hang of it, tightening your lips around his dick and being very careful not to let your teeth scrape against him. You weren’t a sadist, of course, and you were actually really fucking enjoying yourself. You couldn’t deny it, there had been sexual chemistry between you two ever since you became legal, it wasn’t hard to miss.
A quiet mewl made his eyes snap open, and for a minute he actually forgot about you. How? It was pretty easy to forget his surrounding when Jim Hopper had his cock buried in somebody’s fucking mouth. You pulled away with a ‘pop!’ that made the officer groan, your tongue flattening against the underside of his length as you licked a strip, returning your mouth to his tip as you sucked lightly and teasingly, wanting to rile him up even more.
“Oh, so that’s how you want to play? C’mere, little girl.” He tugged you to his couch and laid back, his feet hanging off the edge as he grabbed your hips and tugged off your pants, guiding your pussy directly over his face.
“Wait, Hop are you sure-oh!” His mouth wrapped around your throbbing clit, your wetness prominent on your thighs. Immediately you leaned over, grasping two handfuls of his hair as you held his head in place gently.
“This is one sweet ass pussy.” He groaned against your slick, causing vibrations that made your eyes roll a bit. One of his rough hands reached up, grasping your tit in his palm and kneading, while the other held your waist in place.
You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, which definitely wasn’t the case. He held you tighter in place as he began to tongue fuck you, just barely grazing your g-spot, making your cunt clench tigger and tighter with each minute thrust.
“Jesus Christ, please Jim!”
“Please what?” A snicker, a snicker that made your blood boil.
“Put your fucking cock inside of me.” You snapped back poisonously.
Grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder, Jim sauntered to his room and closed the door with his foot, throwing you on the bed and sliding his shirt off. You mirrored his movements, chucking him your bra.
He rolled his eyes, but grinned nonetheless. “By this time next month, hopefully I’ll have a collection.”
You snorted. “Yeah, you wish.”
Grabbing your ankles he lifted and spread out your legs, exposing your sinful heat to him. He groaned, grabbing the frame of his bed to steady himself as he lined the tip of his cock up to your walls. “This s’okay?”
With a nod shot your way he pushed all the way in to you with one thrust, his head tilting back and lips parting. “God damn. Best fucking pussy I’ve had in a while.”
You wrapped your arms around him, nails gently digging into his skin as he pulled out and thrusted back in, causing your eyelids to flutter at the pleasure. “Fuck, Chief. Keep talking to me.” You begged, and you felt him smirk against your skin as he upped his pace.
“You want me to keep talking? You’re such a fucking whore, I can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner.” He laughed, his hips slamming into your thighs with each of his hot, heavy movements. You whined, probably drawing blood from how hard your nails dragged down his back.
“Jesus, your cock is so fucking thick.” You whined, feeling him hit a certain spot that made you shiver with delight.
“Bet it’s the biggest you’ve ever had.”
Of course you didn’t want to add a bar to his arrogance level, but the man was right. He was hung and he knew it, which just made him all the more hotter. Jim teetered the line of confident and cocky every minute, but you loved that the most about him.
“Harder?” He scoffed, out of breath.
“What? Can’t handle it, old guy?”
You wrapped your leg around his and flipped him over while he least expected it, grabbing the board behind his back as you bounced on his cock, whimpering softly as he hit completely new places in this position.
“God yes.” His words vibrated against the skin of your chest, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples as his facial hair aggravated the soft skin of your chest.
“You may be the most annoying person I’ve ever met, oh fuck,” you tossed your head back as he lazily rubbed his thumb over your clit. “But you sure as fuck know how to please a woman.”
“See what you’ve been missing?”
“Oh fuck off. Umph!” A slap to your ass made you jolt forward, your bouncing speed increasing as he guided you by the hips.
“I’m gonna cum real soon if you keep doing that.” He grunted as you started to tighten your walls around him, making him smirk.
“Fuck.” He hissed through gritted teeth, and you felt him twitch inside of you. That little movement pushed you over the edge, your orgasm rippling over you as he hit his own high as well. Feeling his cum dripping inside of you made you cry out in complete and utter pleasure, your fingers tugging his hair as he gently hit down on your shoulder with a loud grunt.
For a moment you two stayed like that, lazily coming down from your highs before reality hit you in the nose.
“If my dad ever finds out he’s gonna kill us.”
“Then let’s hope he doesn’t.”
Rolling over beside him he grabbed a cigarette, offering you one. You glanced up at him as you wrapped your lips around it, letting him light the butt of it before you leaned in to his shoulder.
“Are you a cuddler, Chief?” You asked as you took a drag, making him groan.
“Me? A cuddler? Do I fucking look like it?”
“I mean...yeah, kind of.”
He threw an arm around your shoulder with a snort, tossing a blanket across your lap. “Maybe if you shut the fuck up I will be. But just for tonight.”
And as you forgot about your pizza delivery job, and your cigarettes burned out on the glass bowl beside his bed, you fell asleep tight in his arms. Because it turned out, yes, Chief Jim Hopper was in fact a cuddler. And a very good one at that.
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