Belonging
18+ explicit content / MDNI
summary: You decide to misbehave and make your lover jealous. Read to see his reaction.
tags: calling him daddy, rough oral sex, riding, light choking, feeling small
word count: 2.5k
Hawkins Indiana was a small, strange little town. After college, you decided to take a job here while you saved up to pursue your actual career. Your first choice was to work inside of City Hall, but with no available positions you settled to be a clerk for the Hawkins Police Department. Clerk was a generous title. Your most taxing days consisted of brewing coffee and using the staple gun. You didn’t mind though, as you quickly became infatuated with Jim Hopper, the chief.
He was about fifteen years older, spent a little too much time drinking, and was damn good in the sack. Nobody at the station, perhaps not even the town knew that the two of you had been going around for half a year. At first it was just some hookups here and there, usually when he was not sober. Then it was eating together. Then there were late night chats over shared cigarettes and admitting reciprocal feelings.
To your disappointment, Hopper was hesitant to tell others about the romantic affair. He felt that his reputation was healing from his prior substance abuse allegations, and it would be detrimental to be banging the cute twenty-something clerk at the station. You decided to persuade him otherwise by forcing his hand in a way he could not resist– by making him jealous.
Halloween was one of the busiest nights for the Hawkins Police Department. Hopper and the others were preoccupied with bogus claims and troublemaking teens. Thus, the station held its Halloween celebration on October 30th instead. Officer Calvin Powell made a large tray of macaroni. A few of the spouses brought homemade casseroles and pasta salads. Officer Phil Callahan brought beer and napkins. Someone brought ambrosia salad. Flo, the previous clerk, brought a pot roast.
Hopper loved your baking, and was always happy to be a taste tester. This week, you asked Officer Callahan to tell you his favorite baked good.You made two dozen pillowy cinnamon rolls specifically for him. You did not despise Phil Callahan, but you did find him to be wildly obnoxious at times. He was socially awkward and attempted to make you laugh with flat jokes. He was not the most observant man, making him a perfect fit for a lazy law enforcement role like this. Bland personality aside, he was not a bad looking young man. Phil Callahan was slender and tall. His brown curls seemed lush and shiny. He grew a decent mustache, just not as well as Jim Hopper, who tended to be somewhat harsh toward him.
Phil was stuffing his face with a gooey cinnamon roll as you approached him by the food table.
“Wow, these taste amazing.” his speech was muffled by the pastry.
“I made them just for you, Phil.” You tapped his badge.
“Thank you, wow. I know you’re off tomorrow, are you dressing up for Halloween?” He wiped crumbs from his chin.
At this point, you noticed Jim Hoper enter the room. You didn’t look directly at him, but you could feel his gaze on you.
“What do you think I’d dress a as?” You asked, getting closer to Callahan so that he could smell your perfume and, as expected, take a glance at your cleavage.
“Maybe a witch or a vampire or something cute.”
“You think I’m cute?
“Well no, I mean yes, I mean yeah you’re like you know…the only younger, newish girl around Hawkins”
“Fair.
You played with the skirt of your black dress. Hopper could large swig of his beer.
“What’s not fair is how much you’ve been fattening us up with your baking.”
“You are so funny!” You sported a big flirty smile to Phil as you touched his arm. He couldn’t tell it was phony.
You glanced over at Jim, his eyes felt white hot.
“I’m glad you think so. Your boss never laughs at my quips. What a grouch.” Phil lamented.
The evening potluck was largely uneventful, and as folks were busy chitchatting you looked for Jim, who had escaped the tortuous small talk for a private cigarette. As you left the warm station and emerged into the evening air, you detected someone trailing closely behind you. Then you felt a hand lightly smack the round of your ass.
“What the hell?” you exclaimed.
You whipped your head around and there was Callahan, rather buzzed looking.
“Officer Callahan I didnt appreciate that.”
“What’s wrong? All evening you’ve been sweet on me and…”
“Is there a problem here?” Jim’s low voice interrupted.
“No Chief, she uh— just a misunderstanding.”
Jim Hopper looked at you up and down. He lingered a bit on your curves. His eyes spoke thunderous volumes above his voice.
“M’kay yeah. I think we’ve all had a little too much fun with the drinks. I’ll drive her home, Callahan I will see you here tomorrow.”
Jim extinguished his Camel and placed his arm around your shoulder as you both walked to the lot. He aired until he was out of earshot of the door before opening his mouth.
“So what the fuck was that?” he asked at a low growl.
“What was what?” you toyed.
“You and Callahan. Everytime I looked over tonight he was flirting with you and you seemed to be liking it.” There was a heat in his voice now.
“Well he doesn’t know who I belong to.”
“Seems like you don’t either.”
“Jim, really, you know Callahan is kind of annoying. I didn’t think he was going to grab my ass.
“You sure you weren’t? I don’t think you wore this tight little dress for nothing. I think you are trying to make me jealous.”
He opened the door of his Blazer for you before climbing in.
“Nobody knows we are together. I’m tired of it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, Jim.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way. That wasn’t cool though. I don’t go around hitting on other women.”
“You’re right. You don’t.”
The drive to his cabin was quiet. You felt a pang in your stomach. Perhaps your plan was a catastrophic failure. As the truck pulled into the driveway, Hopper finally squeezed your hand in an affectionate way. Alright, maybe it was going to be okay. Hopper led you inside. He tossed his keys and kicked off his boots. His jacket and watch came next. He reached for your face, as if to grab you for a kiss. Instead, he held you possessively and spoke.
“You know what, since you want to act like a little slut I am going to treat you like one. Maybe that’ll teach you.”
Relief washed over you. Hopper wasn’t turned off but rather taking the route of reminding you who was in charge. It was hot. It was dangerous.
“I’m sorry I was a bad girl, daddy. I won’t do it again.” You touched his broad chest with your hand.
Hopper undid his belt, carefully setting it down along with his firearm.
“Not good enough. Take that dress off.” He ordered.
He unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his pants. You slipped off your black dress. Your breasts looked soft and full in your bra.
“Jesus.” said Hopper, who immediately noticed that you had not been wearing any panties. Your pussy was already wet and wanting. He was sitting on the couch, lightly stroking himself.
“I should’ve just fucked you right in front of him. Come here.”
You straddled his lap and placed your pussy right against his swelling cock. He pushed you off, placing you on his thigh. One of his warm hands undid your bra, letting it fall somewhere to the floor.
Hopper’s hands groped your breasts, squeezing your soft flesh. He placed his mouth on your left nipple, sucking gently. The well-trimmed beard brushed against your skin. Your hips began to grind, rubbing your pussy onto his thigh. He moved his mouth to a fuller part of your breast, sucking harder now. He bit you with his teeth before moving onto your other breast. He left more love bites until he was satisfied, occasionally gazing down at the mess you were beginning to leave on his leg. He normally tried his best to not leave marks on you, to not damage you too much. Tonight was different.
“Please fuck me, daddy.”
Hopper only pulled you closer to him, now he was leaving rough kisses and bites on your neck. You hoped it wouldn’t look so bad the next morning.
“Ask me again.”
“Please fuck my little hole. I need you.”
Hopper gripped your hips and lifted you back onto his cock, not letting himself in you quite yet.
“I need you to know that you’re mine. Not Callahan, not any other man. Mine.”
“Yes, daddy I’m yours”
“That’s right.”
You squealed as he pushed into your slick hole. He loved watching you bounce on him, especially now that your skin was marked up. His cock was so thick and long, even at this position you felt full.
Hopper held onto your hip with one hand, and used his other hand to hold the side of your face. He then slipped his thumb into your mouth for you to suck. You whimpered as you sucked and rode.
“Atta girl.” he praised.
You wished you had his cock in your throat. He maintained eye contact with you, you tried your best to stay with his icy blue eyes. His shoulders and strong trap muscles had a light shimmer of sweat. His thumb slipped out of your mouth as he placed that hand on your throat. He squeezed, demonstrating how helpless you were. He was careful to not crush your trachea, but started to grip you harder. You felt somewhat lightheaded.
“I’m gonna cum, oh- I’m gonna” you moaned.
“Cum for me. Cum for daddy”
You trembled and convulsed on his cock. He continued to thrust up into you. Your eyes rolled back from the pleasure.
“What a perfect fuck toy you are.”
He released your throat and went back to holding your pretty face. Your jawline rested in his sweaty palm. It was difficult to gauge how much time was passing.
“Yeah, that’s it. Cum all over my cock.”
You couldn’t help but obey him. You shut your eyes trying to not fall backward off of him. He sensed your weakness and held you steady. You squirted onto his wiry bush and thighs.
“Oh fuck, baby. Oh fuck.” He groaned.
He finally let you climb off of him for a little break. He made sure you were okay before standing up off the couch. His cock was covered in your mess.
“Get on your knees. I own that little mouth of yours too”
You did as you were told and now prepared to suck him off. He smelled like your juices and his own sweaty musk.
“Yes, daddy.” You looked up at him, placing a hand on his heavy balls.
“I don’t want to hear another flirty word out of that mouth unless it’s for me.”
He grasped your hair and pushed you onto his cock. He wasted no time picking up the pace and face fucking you. You gagged around his thick shaft, and he pulled out to briefly look at the froth of saliva dripping from your mouth and his cock before shoving himself right back in. You never felt so used and humiliated by him. You loved it.
“You’re gonna make me cum.” he breathed. All you could muster were the wet sounds of eager sucking and gagging.
“Fuck, here it comes.” His cock stiffened in your mouth as he blew his load down your throat. Hot semen tingled on your tongue as it went down.
“Good girl. Swallow it.” It was the only option you had.
Any other man would have been completely weak at the knees. Hopper was not any other man. He helped you up and then lifted you to carry you to bedroom. He smiled at you, letting you know it was still his loving self behind all of the relentless fucking. You smiled back but you were unsure how much more you could take.
He pinned you onto the bed, kissing your lips as his throbbing, semi-hard cock rubbed against you.
“Don’t make me jealous ever again.”
“Yes sir.”
He ceased his kissing and crawled over to his nightstand, fumbling through the top drawer for a condom. He finally found one and rolled it onto his erection. His cock was back at full attention now.
“Now you’re going to let me fuck you and use you until I’m done. Got it?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“I want to feel you squirm beneath me.”
He held you down by your wrists as he folded you in half and thrusted. You moaned into his chest, squirming and biting at him as he used your spent little pussy. You felt another orgasm rush over you. He didn’t stop. Not even for praise.
You struggled against his wrists, overstimulated by the sensations. Nonetheless, you wanted him to force you down harder.
“You’re not going anywhere.” he assured you. It didn’t take much for him to use his bodyweight to hold you in place as you writhed against his sweaty torso. His balls slapped against you as he pounded your tight walls. His cock knocked at your cervix so easily. You felt like you were going to explode from how good it felt.
Hopper’s thrusts became more urgent as he approached his climax. Clenching your legs wrapped around his waist, you squeezed your walls around his cock as he ejaculated. Releasing a guttural moan, he pulsated within you, the sensation was palpable beyond the latex.
That night, Jim was finally ready to discuss the parameters of the relationship further. Boundaries, expectations, and what you meant to him. Emotions were not easy to discuss with Jim, but he tried his best for you. It was well past midnight when you both were ready for sleep, bodies sore and hearts happy.
The next morning, or rather several hours later, you got ready for work and got dressed in the spare clothes you kept in Jim’s closet. Thankfully you kept additional face powder in the bathroom, but it was not doing much to cover the plum colored hickey on your neck. Your hair would conceal it enough.
You and Jim arrived at the station about an hour after the rest of the staff. In other towns it would immediately be conspicuous, but Hopper was not well known for punctuality. Taking a seat at your desk, Callahan walked over to you.
“Hey I was out of line last night I’m sorry if I offended you or anything. I just thought—“ His eyes went straight to the love bite on your neck.
As you started to adjust your hair, you felt a hand on your waist. Jim stood behind you.
“Can I steal you to meet me in my office in about five minutes?” He asked you.
Gears turned behind Callahan’s eyes as they glanced between you and the chief. Jim leaned down to your ear. He lowered his voice to a whisper only audible to you.
“I hope you didn’t wear panties under that skirt.”
Blood rushed to your cheeks, pink like cherry blossoms.
“Yes sir, I’ll be right here.”
“Thank you, babe.” A few heads turned at that line.
Success.
