[part 1]
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | hopper tries to avoid you, but fails. you tease him to his breaking point.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | jim hopper x fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— unprotected sex, large age gap, size kink, power dynamic.
𝐰𝐜 | 3k+
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | as requested, here is part two. i hope it doesn’t disappoint. also, this can be read w/out having read part 1.
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「 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 」 r.h. masterlist
Jim Hopper was set on avoiding you after that night, but that proved to be a lot harder than expected. He cursed himself out when he had arrived home. How the fuck could he have let himself act on his perverted fantasies? He worked with your dad for fucks sake!
And still, you had consumed his every thought he had. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. About the way your lips parted when his hands grabbed your exposed skin. The way you moved slowly on top of him. The soft noises you made…
Jim shook his head, trying to focus back on the paperwork sprawled out across his desk.
“Hi, dad.” He heard a far-too-familiar voice say down the hall.
Speak of the devil.
He got up to close his door but you were too fast for him.
“Hi, Chief,” you said, a smile creeping onto your lips.
Hopper held the door in his hand, avoiding your eyes.
“Need something, kid?”
You rolled your eyes. “Just wanted to see you.”
“Jesus, will you keep your voice down!” Hopper yell-whispered.
He looked down the hall and then yanked you into his office. You gasped as he pushed you against the wall. “Why are you doing this to me?” He growled.
“Doing what?! I just came to drop off my dad’s lunch!”
He released his grip on you and walked angrily to his desk. He shouldn’t be acting like this. Of course he was going to run into you. You often showed up at the station to visit your dad. It was inevitable.
He huffed as he sat down, staring at you while he contemplated his next words. You stood with your arms by your side, gulping under his trapping gaze.
“Listen. I’m sorry about…” he almost couldn’t say it, “the other night. I shouldn’t have… We shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to—“
You cut him off. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.” You spoke in an absentminded way like you were repeating something from a movie script. “It was a mistake. You regret it. You don’t want me to mention it to anyone, even my friends. Blah, blah, blah. I got it.” You crossed your arms, a bit annoyed. Had Hopper really regretted being with you? Were you just the first warm body available to him that night?
“Alright then,” he said, not completely convinced. You pursed your lips and nodded awkwardly. “You can go back to your dad now, sorry for pulling you in here.” He looked down at his desk, pretending to write on the sheets in front of him, a bit embarrassed.
You turned to leave, but before you made it past the corner, you couldn’t help but ask, “Was it really that bad?” Your voice was rather small, a bit embarrassed now by this whole ordeal.
Hopper looked up at you and scratched the back of his neck. “No! I mean, no,” he corrected. “It was good, great really,” he mumbled.
You smirked. So now you knew–Hopper enjoyed himself, it was the relationship you had with him that was the problem. Because you were the daughter of his friend. And that you were so much younger.
Hopper regretted admitting that to you the second it left his lips.
He watched your lips curve into a smile and he felt his heartbeat quicken ever so slightly. He didn’t look away as you lingered in the doorway before walking back down the hall, using your hand to flip your skirt up as you went, giving Hopper a quick view of your panties.
His leg jerked and slammed it against his desk making him curse under his breath. He shut his eyes and let out a breath in fury.
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The next time he saw you was when he got a call down near the arcade. As he was walking away from the drunk man being shoved in the back of Callahan’s car, he saw you through the arcade window. His eyes traced along with your slim jeans and fitting shirt. You were laughing at something one of your friends said when you turned and met Hopper’s eyes in the lot. When he realized you saw him, he tried to get back to his truck as quickly as he could. Like before, you beat him to it–he thought about how you really should join the track team.
You told your friends you’d be right back and made your way out into the evening air. In record time, you met Hopper at the side of his truck. He towered over you, looking down angrily as you blocked his access to the driver’s side door. He decided to take a disinterested approach. “What?” His voice sounded bitter.
“Want to join me?” You asked sweetly, motioning behind you.
“To the arcade? Yeah, no thanks. I have shit to do.”
You moved, blocking him as he tried to reach for his door handle. “I guess we could go back to your place then.”
His eyes widened, checking to make sure no one was close enough to hear your conversation. “I know you want to…” you let your voice linger off, looking up at him with doe-eyes.
He huffed in an unsteady breath, clearly blowing his nonchalant cover. You were affecting him.
You stepped into him and smiled when Hopper didn’t move back. “I know you’ve been thinking about me. You can’t avoid me forever.”
He wanted to say something back, but he thought it was best to not engage with you. You wanted him to slam you against his truck and take you right there and so did he. You would just have to break him. You turned to leave, but your hand grabbed his crotch before you did, making Jim jump. And then you were off, heading back into the arcade.
Hopper hurried into his truck before anyone could spot his growing erection.
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You peered out of your bedroom window and saw Hopper’s truck creep along the edge of your lawn. You raised an eyebrow as you watched the tall man step out of his vehicle and approach your front door.
You left your spot behind your window shades and ran down the stairs. Hopper’s knuckles rapped at the door and you hesitantly opened it.
“Hopper?” You asked, the brooding man towering above you in the doorway.
His gaze shifted away from you and lingered in the empty hall behind you. “Your dad told me to come check on you.”
You laughed, “Jesus, he’ll be home tonight. What does he think is going to happen within the whole 24 hours he’s been gone?”
Hopper didn’t mirror your amusement. He looked down and noticed for the first time your lack of clothing, clearly you were not expecting any visitors. He gulped and fixed his eyes back on the void behind you.
You mentally rolled your eyes at Jim’s seriousness. “Did you want to come in? Make sure there’s no murderer hiding in the closet.”
You lazily walked away and headed back up the stairs, leaving Hopper to close the door in the entryway.
You could hear his loud boots on the floor below you as you lay in your bed, flipping aimlessly through a magazine. You knew he’d walk past your open door eventually, you just didn’t know when.
After being in the house for less than a minute, a dark shadow appeared under your doorframe.
“So you’re all set here then?”
You looked up at him and pushed yourself onto your knees.
“Yup.” You responded, letting the ‘p’ pop off your tongue.
Jim hovered for a moment before nodding and leaving. You rolled your eyes for real this time.
“Actually,” you began. Hopper appeared back in his spot a bit too eagerly, one hand resting on your door handle. “My record player hasn’t been working. Would you take a look at it?”
He shook his head, “I’m just here to calm your paranoid father, not to act as your repair man.”
“Please,” you begged.
Hopper knew he should have just left, but his legs had a mind of their own as he walked into your bedroom. You pointed to the player by your closet and Hopper began examining it. You got up, making your way beside him as he worked. He tried to increase the space between the two of you. “Oh, Jesus. It’s just unplugged,” he said annoyed. You made a faux-shocked face.
He began to lean over before you stopped him. “It’s alright, I got it.” You got on to your knees and reached for the plug buried between the bureau it sat on and the wall. As you leaned in further, your fingertips just brushed along the plug. Your ass had been propped straight into the air. You took your time, fumbling with the plug as you tried to plug it back in.
When you stood back up, you smiled in success as Hopper’s eyes had gone dark while he locked on to your body. “Hop–” You began but were cut off by his large hands grabbing your hips and pulling you forcefully into him, his lips smashing against yours. You melted into his touch, your legs going limp beneath you. You gasped for breath as Hopper pulled away. “This is what you wanted, right?” He demanded. “Wanted to push me to the edge? Wanted to torture me? Hm?” His voice boomed in your small room.
Your cheeks were red as he held you. When you didn’t answer, Hopper spun you both around and shoved you back onto your bed. You collided with the mattress in a yelp and were soon covered by Jim’s body. He began placing kisses on your neck and exposed collar bone, making your eyes flutter. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled into your skin.
His hands slid down your sides and pushed your tanktop up and slid them beneath the fabric. His palms were on your breasts, thanking the gods for your lack of bra.
As his hands kneaded, he continued to kiss along your jaw and neck. Hopper squeezed one of your nipples between his fingers and you audibly gasped. Your hips pushed up against his, desperately wanting to create friction.
“Such an eager girl.”
You nodded, Hopper’s hand making its way down to your PJ shorts. His hand slid under the waistband and he stroked along your underwear. You stifled a moan, his finger sliding between you. He could feel the moisture soak his finger pads.
You felt him harden on top of you, his body laid against yours. You leaned your head back as he pushed your underwear aside and began to tease your entrance. You moaned his name in frustration. He wanted to torture you back to show you what it was like, but he couldn’t get himself to do it. He hungrily wanted to hear you squeal and shake under him. His finger pushed into you, and just like before, it was enough to fill you. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about how small and tight you were. You groaned as he forced another finger in, your hips pressing against Hopper. He began to pump in and out slowly and your hands gripped his shoulders from the shock of how much his fingers stretched you out. He kissed your jaw by your ear and your eyes squeezed shut as you panted. His pace remained slow and you began to get frustrated. You just wanted him buried inside you.
“Hopper, please…” you begged.
“Want it that bad, huh?”
You bit your lip, nodding your head. His expression stiffened as he slid his fingers out and began to fumble with his pants. You mimicked him and tore your tank top off and slid your shorts and underwear down in one motion. Hopper didn’t have the patience to push his pants off all the way so he let them dangle at his ankles. He was back on you, between your legs, and you let your hands crawl to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt.
He looked at you a bit curious. He didn’t think you’d want him to take his shirt off, and he didn’t know exactly why. But you did. You pushed it off his shoulders and let your hands linger on his hot skin. You met his eyes, his pupils were blown. He couldn’t wait any longer, and frankly, neither could you.
Hopper rubbed his tip against your entrance, making you squirm. His eyes danced across your exposed body, your nipples still bright pink from when he pinched them. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He hadn’t even realized he said it out loud until he saw the way your cheeks turned red. He thought that was cute–here he was, cock pressed against you, your body laid bare for him, and those words are what made you blush.
Without warning, he pushed into you, making you grab your bedsheets. You both groaned as he bottomed out, your walls being stretched to their limit. Hopper grumbled under his breath, saying something about how good you felt around him.
Even though you hadn’t adjusted to his size yet, you begged him to move, your thighs squeezing against his sides.
He obeyed and began to slide in and out of you. You gasped loudly, your nails digging into his back. “Do you need me to stop?” He asked, a bit concerned. A bit louder than you expected, you said no. “Please don’t,” you begged. Hopper kept his pace, his eyes relishing in the way you gasped and mewled beneath him, your senses completely overtaken by him.
You bucked your hips up, meeting Hopper’s thrusts. He swore loudly, his head resting in the crook of your neck. You could hear him growling in your ear as he slammed into you harder.
You couldn’t hold any noises back now and you let moans pool off your tongue left and right.
“Shit, the noises you’re making…” Hopper grunted, feeling himself edge closer hearing the way you reacted to him.
“Oh, God, Chief,” you cried.
Hopper pulled back to look at you, his expression somehow darker than earlier. You wanted to say something cheeky about his reaction to your name-calling, but all you could muster were pathetic whines.
Jim watched the way you bounced underneath him as he kept hitting deep inside of you. He felt your hips buck into his, edging him to go faster.
He did. He began slamming into you as fast as he could with as much force as he could. You yelped, your body being pushed back as he fucked into you. He pushed the few stuffed animals behind your head off your bed and grabbed onto your headboard, getting a better grip to fuck you.
You began to sob, your hands squeezing your bedsheets so hard you thought you might rip them.
Hopper’s deep and husky moans bounced off your walls as he got dangerously close. You couldn’t even move your hand down to rub yourself, thinking you’d be too overstimulated.
Your headboard slammed against your wall, you prayed it didn’t leave a hole. But even if it did, you would never tell Hopper to stop what he was doing.
“Hopper, I’m…” you tried to get out. Hopper swore loudly feeling your walls flutter around him. You mewled, feeling yourself reach your high. Your walls tightened around Hopper’s cock, basically squeezing an orgasm out of him. His voice was deep and full of swears as he came inside you. You felt his warm seed fill you up, your hips pushing up against him, wanting to have him spill as deep as he could into you.
Hopper’s hands came next to your head, his fingers grabbing onto your sheets as he supported himself while he kept pumping into you.
You groaned, your body shaking under him. Your head moved side to side in ecstasy, not being able to sit still.
Your name kept rolling off his tongue as he lazily slowed his pace, small spurts of liquid still being shot inside you.
When he came to a stop, he collapsed on top of you. You felt the warm liquid seep out of you with Hopper still inside you. Your body was still shaking from the high, your hair sprawled out behind you when you both heard a car door slam.
“Shit!” You both said in unison. Hopper pulled back to look at your face, your eyes wide in horror as your dad got out of his car.
Hopper pulled out of you and stumbled off your bed, shuffling for his shirt and pulling his pants up in a hurry. You followed close behind, digging for your shirt and shorts on your floor.
You both tripped around your room in a panic, trying to dress as fast as possible. Your dad opened the front door, calling out to you as he walked in. You yelled ‘hi’ back and looked at Hopper in panic.
“Is Hopper here? I saw his truck out front,” your dad asked as he made his way into the kitchen.
You ignored him and tried to straighten out your hair as you made your way to the staircase. Hopper was close behind, pulling on his shirt and fastening his belt.
You both made your way slowly down the steps when your dad walked back into the hall.
“Oh, you are here,” he said to Hopper.
Hopper cleared his throat, “Just checking on her like you asked.” His hand rested on the front door’s handle.
Your dad nodded at him, completely oblivious to the way both your faces were red and sweaty. Hopper’s shirt wasn’t fully tucked back into his pants but your dad didn’t seem to notice that either. “Stay for dinner,” he demanded before Jim could open the door.
“I really should get back–”
“I insist. It’s not every day the Chief makes an appearance in my home!”
You both gulped at one another as your dad lead the way into the kitchen. This was going to lead to a very awkward night.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you have always thought chief jim hopper was hot. and you knew he thought the same about you, he just tried to hide it because he thought it was wrong since he knew your dad and you were still in high school.
however, after hopper crashes a house party, you ask him for a ride home. hopper briefly loses his self-control.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | jim hopper x fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— unprotected sex, car sex, large age gap, reader still in high school but is eighteen, sorta rough sex? size kink, power dynamic. *if any of this bothers you, don’t read.
𝐰𝐜 | 2.9
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i now have dark!hopper fic ideas so if anyone has any requests lmk
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「 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 」 [bonus gif added at the end] r.h. masterlist
Listen, it wasn’t your fault that you wrote for the school paper and that often led to you questioning the police about local crime scenes. And it wasn’t your fault that you encountered the chief of police, Jim Hopper, on almost every occasion. And it definitely wasn’t your fault that he was so good looking. What, were you supposed to pretend you didn’t find his authority and dad bod hot? But it might have been a little bit your fault that Hopper got stumped on the questions you’d ask him because you made sure to wear your shortest skirt those days.
Hopper was not a boy in your school who would fumble with his words and act stupid around someone he was attracted to. But still, you could tell that Hopper was into you, even if he hid it well. It’s like he expected your bombarding presence when anything remotely interesting happened in Hawkins. You’d show up, notebook in hand, and press him for details. You knew he was hard to crack. He was professional and no one could get information out of him… Well, except for you. You always managed to get him to spill some sort of top-secret information about the case–just enough for you to work with. And if that wasn’t obvious enough that he liked you, you also had caught him glancing over at you before, his eyes lingering on your exposed legs before quickly averting his gaze.
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It was the weekend and you were busy celebrating this being your final year of high school by attending a party. You danced through the crowd of bodies, catching a glimpse of Steve Harrington working his charm on one of the popular girls in your grade. You rolled your eyes, he’d grow out of it eventually.
You didn’t think the party was too loud until a police siren sounded from outside the house. In a panic, students began running every which way, darting out of whoever’s house this was–you weren’t quite sure–and off into the streets and woods. You peered out the window and saw Hopper walking up to the door, yelling at a couple of kids as he did. You were glad you wore your favorite skit and a low-cut shirt tonight.
Before Hopper could bang on the door, you swung it open.
“Hi, officer,” you teased. His face was tense and his narrowed eyebrows made him appear threatening–nothing new here.
“What the hell are you dumb fucking kids thinking?” He yelled, spotting the drunk teenagers behind you as they darted out the back door to escape Hopper’s rage.
“It’s just a small get together.”
Hopper rolled his eyes and sighed. He looked around, most of the others had fled the scene, their laughing voices and hollering echoing down the neighborhood street.
This wasn’t even your house, you knew you couldn’t get in trouble for this. But you couldn’t help but swoon at the idea of Hopper putting you in handcuffs…
“Shows over. Go home.” He ordered at you and the small group who were watching from behind you in the living room. It must have been the kid who lived here and his close friends, who else would have the guts to stick around… Well, besides you, of course.
Hopper turned around and marched down the steps towards his truck. He didn’t get paid enough to deal with annoying seniors throwing a house party. His presence was enough to break the whole thing up, so he was calling that a job well done.
“Wait,” you called out to him, chasing him down the lawn.
Hopper stopped in front of his vehicle and turned towards you, an annoyed scowl plastered across his unshaven face. “What?” His voice was dark and husky from lack of sleep.
“I…Don’t have a way home.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes. You weren’t lying–now that everyone else had ditched, you really didn’t have a ride home, and it was late and dark out.
“Seriously?” He asked.
You could see the harsh lines from frowning all the time engraved on his forehead. Still, there was a softness to him. You knew he wouldn’t say no.
In a huff, he turned to get in his car, “Get in.”
You smiled, happy at your success, and jumped into the passenger side of his truck.
Hopper already knew where you lived, he was well acquainted with your dad, and in such a small town, everyone knew where everyone lived.
After Hopper had taken off down the road, you leaned over and turned on the radio. That earned an annoyed glance and a grunt from him. He reached out and turned the volume down, the low hum of The Rolling Stones playing out of his shitty speakers.
You looked out the window and rubbed your arms. Hopper didn’t pay much attention to what you were doing so you had to vocalize your intentions. “It’s cold in here.” Your arms laid bare to the chill Autumn weather. When Hopper didn’t respond, you began digging in the back compartment of his truck.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” He shot daggers at you before looking back at the road.
“Don’t you have an extra jacket or something in here?”
You turned back to him and he sat in silence, contemplating if he should do what his mind just told him to do. Jim was trying his hardest not to engage with you, he knew it would lead to no good. Against his better judgment, he slipped his coat off and shoved it at you.
You were genuinely surprised that he actually gave you his coat. You held it a bit dumbfounded before sliding it on. It was warm from his body heat and smelt of him. You felt a rush of blood rise to your cheeks as you drowned in Hopper’s coat that was evidently too big for you.
It was only a few more minutes before Hopper pulled up to your house, pulling over on the side of the street, bushes and trees in your front yard blocking any view from inside your house to Hopper’s truck.
You smiled and looked over at him, “Thanks.”
He had no excuse not to look at you now that he wasn’t driving. When he looked over, his jacket was engulfing you like a blanket, your exposed legs hanging out of it like it were a dress. His jaw tensed and he controlled himself from gulping. “Sure thing, kid.”
Maybe you’d be able to get out without him realizing you didn’t give him his coat back. You could sleep in it all night. And it would be a perfect excuse to go visit him at the station in the morning.
You went to open your door but it didn’t budge. You began shoving it with both your hands, but the stupid thing was jammed.
“Shit. Ron told me he fixed that damn thing for good,” he said annoyed. Just another thing added to the long list of shit he had to do.
You turned back to him in your seat, your face turning red when you got the idea of climbing over him to get out his door instead.
Before Hopper noticed what you were doing, your hand was on his arm and you were crawling over to him from your seat.
“What are you–” He asked in pure shock.
“Didn’t wanna inconvenience you,” you muttered, your eyes meeting his as your hand rested against him. He didn’t shove you off or jump out of the truck to get away from you. Your eyes lingered up to his and you could see the darkness spread across him. His look intimidated you, sending a rush of heat right to your core.
You gained enough courage to continue on and climbed up onto his lap, awkwardly holding his chest for balance as you slid on top of him. There wasn’t much room so your body was forced close to his. He still didn’t say anything. It was making you nervous.
You grabbed his door handle and you were about to push it open and step off of him and onto the road when you felt his large hands grip your waist. You looked over at him and saw the way his pupils were blown and his breathing was deeper than before.
He yanked you down fully onto his lap prying a gasp from your lips. You sat, half-straddling him, and speechless.
Hopper came back to his senses all at once and released you, his hands falling to the side of his thighs before looking back at you in what appeared to be shock and horror.
You were so fucking right, Hopper was into you.
Your hands gripped his button-up uniform top as you looked at him with hooded eyes, unwilling to leave your spot on top of him.
Hopper’s chest was falling up and down in heavy breaths, his eyes searching yours as you held onto him like you were afraid he was going to shove you off.
He began to realize that you were okay with what he just did and you were now begging him to continue through your pouting lips and fluttering eyelashes.
One of his hands braved exploration and slid up your warm thigh leaving goosebumps in its wake. You took a sharp breath in at his touch. “Hopper…” Your voice was barely audible as your head spun from his intoxicating stare. You felt him begin to harden underneath you, his eyes searching yours for a response. With that, you crashed your lips against his, his mustache tickling your nose, wasting no time kissing you back. His other hand was under his jacket you wore and clutched onto your hip, pulling you towards him.
The amount of awful thoughts he’d had about you made him worry he wouldn’t be able to control himself when you stepped into his truck. It was why he tried so hard to avoid you whenever you were around. The temptation dripped off of him as he held you, knowing he was past the point of return. He couldn’t stop now.
He effortlessly pulled your weight down onto his lap, pressing you up against his growing bulge. You whined, the feeling of him against your core was making you wet beyond belief. His hands were large against you, he was able to hold most of your thigh in one hand as he squeezed it. You knocked his hat off as your hands came up to wrap around his neck while you kissed him, pushing your chest against his.
One of his hands slid between your bodies and under your skirt, his finger brushing against your soaking panties, making you jump. You momentarily pulled away from the kiss to let out a yelp as he began dragging his fingers back and forth.
His lip kicked up in a slight smirk as he watched you squirm on top of him, your weight rolling into his hand needily. He pushed your underwear aside and let one finger slide around your hole, then he gently pushed in.
You bit your lip, his eyes never leaving yours. His finger filled you and when he began to slide a second one in, he was met with some resistance. His fingers were large and easy enough to fill you, how on earth was he going to fit his–
Hopper was pondering the same question, his throbbing cock begging to escape his pants at the thought of how tight you were.
His fingers slid out of you, desperate to find release inside you. You hiked your skirt up so he could see the way your thigh billowed at the sides as his hand squeezed it. His hands left you to unbuckle his pants, awkwardly pushing up against you as he slid them down just enough for his length to spring out. You licked your lips and reached down, gripping his cock in your hand. You almost couldn't wrap your entire fingers around him; you always knew he was big.
You wanted him so fucking pathetically right now. Your hands held his shoulders as his own shoved your skirt up then grabbed his cock in one hand and shifted your panties to the side with his other. He lined himself up with you as you dripped in wetness, eagerly waiting.
He looked up at you, his eyes hungry with lust, his intense expression sending shivers up your spine. You slowly sank down on him, taking in his tip. You squeaked, already feeling like he wasn’t going to fit. His eyes shut, preventing himself from grabbing your hips and forcing you down to take him in all at once.
You slowly sank down further until you bottomed out, both of your breathing loud.
“Fuck,” he cursed. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he throbbed inside you, pressing against your cervix. Your skirt was hiked up above your belly button and his hands crawled up to your exposed waist. He lifted you up off him with such ease, wanting you to take him in again. With a loud moan from both of you, he guided you back down, small shocks of pain radiating through you at the quickness of his actions. You began to move on your own, slowly riding him up and down, your head bending towards his to avoid hitting the roof of his truck.
The pain of him stretching you out soon subsided and was replaced with pangs of pleasure. You picked up speed, your bodies sloppily colliding. “Jesus,” he growled. “You’re, ugh–so–fucking–tight,” he managed to get out between grunts. His hands gripped your ass, pulling you towards him as he squeezed your cheeks between his fingers, shifting the angle so his cock hit right at your g-spot each time he filled you up.
You began to let out soft whimpers, Hopper’s guttural growls masking the sounds you were making. You leaned forward, clinging on to him, your face buried in his neck and shirt as you continued to ride him. Your soft cries filled Hopper’s ear making him twitch inside you.
His arms wrapped around you and held you close. Your legs were starting to give out, your pace slowing. Filled with impatience at how slow you were going now, Hopper’s hand found his seat lever and pulled it, sending you both backward as it extended to an almost horizontal position. You were momentarily confused as to what he was doing until he rolled you over in one swift motion so you laid underneath him. Your legs widened so he could fit comfortably between them and he began thrusting into you. You squealed as he pounded into you with such force, you were certain his truck was rattling to the waves of Hopper’s thrusts. Your arms extended over your head and clutched the wall of his truck to help hold you in place as he forcefully slid into you time and time again. He was cursing against your lips before his forehead connected with yours. His breath was hot against you as he panted.
You felt yourself getting dangerously close. In a small voice you spoke, “Hopper, I’m…Gonna–”
He continued to fuck into you, your legs as far apart as they could be, wanting him to hit you as deeply as he could. “Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck,” he swore, his cock twitching inside you as he thrusted. In a loud groan, you felt him begin to spill into you, sending you over the edge as well. You mewled under him, your legs shaking as he kept his speed, his cock sending spurts of hot liquid into you. His hands roamed your body, not able to touch enough of you as he came. One of his hands came up and rested on the side of your cheek and partially in your hair, pulling in into his fist. Your name pooled off his tongue as he gave one last deep release inside you, his thrusts beginning to slow now. You panted under his weight as he came to a stop. He collapsed on top of you, both of your faces covered in sweat. Liquid dripped out of you as he gently pulled out. He was out of breath as he grabbed you into his arms and rolled you both over so you were laying on him instead.
After laying there in heavy breathing filled silence, he began to sit up, taking you with him as he did. You sat on his thighs as he shimmied his pants back around his waist and let his seat swing back to its usual position.
A small wave of fear-filled Hopper’s newly cleared mind. “You’re eighteen…Right?”
You giggled, “If I say yes, does that mean we can do this again?”
His eyes widened before you began climbing off of him. “I’m kidding,” you said, dragging your words out. “I’m eighteen, you idiot.”
Hopper let his thoughts untangle themself before he turned to you. “We probably shouldn’t do this again. I shouldn’t have even let this happen tonight.” How was he going to face your father the next time he saw him without remembering the way you looked when you rode him tonight?
You jumped out of his truck, leaning against his lap as you stood on the pavement. “Okay. We won’t do this again then,” you said with a shit-eating grin. You knew Hopper wouldn’t be able to resist you now, so it didn’t matter what he said. He watched you walk towards your house, your skirt flowing back and forth as you walked. He gripped the steering wheel tightly in his fists as he already felt himself begin to get hard again watching the way his jacket looked on you as it engulfed your small frame.
hopper is your dad's best friend. you definitely should not be attracted to him. at the very least, he should definitely not be attracted to you...
a/n: i guess i lied, my next jim fic wasn't going to be stepdad!hop but rather dad's-bestie!hop. enjoy nonetheless.
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cw: smut, age gap, p in v, unprotected sex, power dynamic, size kink
jim hopper x afab!reader
wc: 3.1k
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓
You were sat at your dining room table flipping through a magazine when you heard your dad come through your front door. You lazily popped another chip in your mouth. You had one leg bent on the chair and the other dangling, your body looking painfully contorted but you swore it was more comfortable sitting like this.
“Dear,” your dad called out. You mumbled a response without lifting your eyes from the gossip article you were currently engulfed in.
Your eyes flickered up when you heard two sets of footsteps walk into the kitchen. Your cheeks flushed when you spotted the chief of police, Jim Hopper. Your father had been friends with Jim for years now, and you always had a little crush on him. Especially when he’d come over in his work uniform.
You almost choked on the chip you were swallowing which gained an eyebrow raise from Hopper. You didn’t realize you were staring at him until you saw his eyes widen. You looked down and realized you were only wearing a frilly tank top and skimpy PJ shorts. You quickly crossed your arms to cover your chest, feeling self-conscious.
“Jim’s gonna be staying the night,” your dad spoke as he flung open the refrigerator door and grabbed a beer for him and Jim. He didn’t think twice about Hopper seeing you indecent like this. He was like family. He had known you since you were a kid. It was normal for him to be around all the time.
“Why?”
“What? Already sick of my presence?” Hopper teased.
You awkwardly fiddled with your hands that were resting on the table, feeling Jim’s heavy gaze on your frame. “His place is getting fumigated. Needs a place to stay for the night.”
You nodded your head, refusing to look up and meet Hopper’s challenging eyes.
“We’ll be in the backyard, sweetie,” your dad said. Two sets of footsteps trailed to your back door and outside.
You let out a sigh of relief. You shifted your legs, rubbing your thighs together awkwardly, your core throbbing. Fuck. Were you really that hot and bothered by just him being in the room with you for less than a minute?
You spent the rest of your night in your room, wanting to avoid Jim at all costs. You lay flat on your bed, listening to a Stone’s song and flipping through the same Vogue magazine.
Knock. Knock.
Your dad pushed your bedroom door open slowly, popping his head in. “Hey, kiddo.”
You halfheartedly smiled up at him. “Listen. I know you won’t be too happy about this, but I think it’s only polite if you sleep on the couch tonight.”
You paused your movement before pushing your magazine away and sitting up. “What? Why would I do that?”
“Hop should sleep in a bed. You’re still young, you can handle sleeping on the couch for one night.”
“But dad,” you whined.
“I don’t want to hear it.” He sighed. “I only want to be nice to our guest. Com’on, sweetie. Do your old man a favor.”
You couldn’t help but break into a smile. You stifled it down. “Fine.” Your dad grinned and winked at you before leaving again.
Your stomach felt all funny inside. Hopper was going to be sleeping in your bed…
You quickly shot out of your bed and begin shoving your dirty clothes sprawled on the floor into your hamper and stuffed your loose papers inside your desk drawers. You tried to put everything away that might be embarrassing. As you were closing your bureau draw, you paused. You pulled out one of your pink panties and hid it so it was on the floor beside your bed. Maybe Hopper would see it. You smirked, a little tingle running through you at this dangerous game you were playing.
You made your way down the hall to take a shower, staring at yourself in the steam-filled mirror. Your face was red from the hot water. You wrapped your towel tightly around your body and peered out of the bathroom door. You paused, listening for a moment. You didn’t hear your dad or Jim so you assumed they must still be outside. You crept down the hallway and slipped into your bedroom. As you stepped inside you jumped. Jim was there, sitting on your bed. You felt your cheeks warm, your arms quickly trying to cover your body more than your towel was allowing.
“Hopper…” you said exasperated.
Hopper’s eyes trailed your exposed legs glistening from the moisture. The towel clung to your body, emphasizing the curve of your hips. Hopper cleared his throat before standing up. “Was just checking out my room for the night.” He looked at you as he walked closer. You backed away slightly. “You got a lot of stuffed animals in here.” You could hear the teasing in his voice.
“So?” you whined.
Jim smiled, clearly happy with the way he was flustering you. “Just an observation.” You could practically hear the grin on his face as he spoke. He slipped past you, whispering as he did, “The panties were a nice touch.” Your eyes widened. When you turned to look at him, he was already making his way down the hall. Shit, you knew that was a bad idea. Hopper may have stolen glances at you from time to time, but this was the first vocalized interest in you. And he knew you wanted it.
You quickly shut your door and let out a breath. You felt a warm feeling pool between your thighs. You felt dirty from the way Hopper was eyeing you. After taking a moment to steady yourself, you grinned.
You were sweating as you laid, tucked in a warm blanket, while you tried to sleep on the couch. You huffed and looked up at the clock: 11:34
Almost midnight and you still hadn’t fallen asleep.
You got up and made your way to the bathroom, stretching your arms as you went. You halted outside your door as you were passing, hearing groans coming from the other side.
Like an inexperienced idiot, you immediately thought Hopper must be having a nightmare, or maybe he’d hurt himself. You pushed open the door. “Hop—“ You were faced with Hopper relaxed on your bed, his shirt bunching up, his pants lazily unbuttoned, his hand stroking his thick cock, and your panties in his other hand.
Your eyes almost fell out of your head, your face hotter than fire in embarrassment.
Oh my god. Hopper is jacking off on MY bed.
You weren’t sure if you should be disgusted, flattered, turned on, or offended. The rush of emotions must have displayed perfectly on your face because Hopper stood up and pushed the door closed behind you, his body looming over you. His hands were on either side of your head against the wall, his pants still undone but his dick hidden back in his underwear to much of your relief… and dissatisfaction.
“Don’t act like you didn’t leave those for me to see,” he grumbled, referring to your discarded underwear. You gulped. “You knew what you were doing, little brat.” You gulped at the way his nickname for you had felt different in this context.
Hopper’s hand stroked your jaw, your body flinching at first.
“No. I…” Your words got lost as Hopper’s dark eyes pierced you.
“No, hm? Fine, leave if that’s what you want.” Hopper backed away from you, buttoning his jeans as he slid back onto your bed.
You stood there, your legs glued to the floor. Hopper looked up at you, raising a cocky brow. “So the little brat wants to play.” He whispered matter-of-factly, his voice was so deep that it came out in low rumbles. You felt a wave of warmth swim straight to your core.
Hopper’s eyes flickered down as saw the way your thighs squeezed together, a smirk being drawn out across his lips.
You were only covered by your oversized t-shirt that stopped about mid-thigh. Hopper was so grateful it was so damn hot out.
He motioned for you to come to him. You hesitated, but eventually, you moved your feet so you were a foot in front of him.
“I was thinkin’ bout you, you know.”
Your thighs pressed together harder, your arousal surely dripping through your panties.
“Do you do that often? Think of me?”
He smirked, his large hands coming to grab your thighs which billowed out around his fingers. He nodded slightly. “I think bout you all the time. Thinkin’ bout all the ways I could ruin you.” His voice was soft as he leaned into you, placing a kiss on your clothed belly. Your hands immediately went into his hair, your fingers pulling at him slightly. Your body reacted to his touch before you even had time to think.
Hopper’s hands snaked upwards and pushed your shirt up so he could see your waist and soaked panties. He kissed you again, your t-shirt bunched in his hand, his lips now kissing your skin below your navel. You gulped as he moved further down, his mustache tickling you.
He pulled back and looked up at you, your eyes wide with lust. “Gotta be quiet. Can't wake your old man.” You felt shame fill you when you remember just what was happening. Your dad’s closest friend that you’ve known since you were a child, was currently feeling you up–saying dirty things like how he has thought about you while getting off so many times–all while your dad was sleeping a few doors down.
“Hop, I don’t think—“Your words were cut off with a gasp. Hopper could see your hesitation so he stroked you through your underwear, making you realize just how bad you wanted this. Wanted him.
“You were saying?” He asked sweetly as he slid your frilled underwear to the side and moved his finger along your soaking slit.
Your grip tightened in Hopper’s hair, your head falling back in pleasure. Your earlier thoughts drifting away.
Hopper pushed one of his fingers in, making you stifle a moan. “God. I’ve waited so long to know what you’d sound like.” Hopper removed his finger from you resulting in your face pouting. He quickly slid your panties down and you kicked them off. “Get on the damn bed,” he growled.
You crawled on top of your comforter, your shirt riding up and exposing your bare lower half.
Hopper shoved his jeans off and then was resting his body between your legs. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and you lifted your arms so he could take it off. “That’s a good girl,” he cooed as he watched your chest be revealed to him.
Hopper leaned down and placed kisses along the swell of your breasts before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You groaned, biting on your nails to try and stifle your obscene sounds.
“You ever been with a man?” He asked as he switched to give your other nipple attention. His left hand came up and groped your left breast.
It was hard for you to speak. “N-No.”
Hopper grinned, biting your bud softly before pulling away. He almost came hearing the fact that you were a virgin. You were going to be so goddamn tight.
Hopper’s cock throbbed painfully in his underwear. He finally pulled it out, grinding his hips into you so his cock dragged along your clit.
You didn’t mean to moan as loud as you did, Hopper’s hand swiftly coming up to cover your mouth. “Shh,” he insisted.
Hopper rubbed against you a dozen more times, your eyes already rolling to the back of your head. Your hands squeezed your bed sheets, trying your hardest not to get any louder.
“Ready for me?” He asked, even though he didn’t really care if you said yes or no.
You nodded, biting your lip and looking down between your bodies as Hopper lined the tip of his dick up with your entrance. He slowly began to push in, your head flew back into the mattress, grunts getting lodged in your throat. It stung painfully, but at the same time, you wanted to buck your hips up into him. It was torturous how slowly he filled you. Your walls pressed against him in resistance, making Hopper grunt himself.
“Fucking hell, baby.” The end of Hopper’s sentence rose in octave as he bottomed out.
You let out a panting sigh as Hopper held himself still inside you, finally filling you up.
Hopper slowly pulled out of you, a sharp hiss leaving your lips. Your eyes closed as you tried to focus on something other than the twitches of pain between your legs. Hopper leaned forward and left kisses on the side of your neck, his mustache tickling you again. “You’re doing so good for me,” he mumbled into your hair.
“You’re… so… big,” you said through exasperated breaths. One of Hopper’s hands slid into your hair, surely messing it up. He began to rock his hips against you in a gradual rhythm.
Hopper could feel you pulsating around his cock, he growled low in his throat. “So fucking tight,” he babbled as he filled you. As he continued to rut into you, he realized your time was fleeting. Your damn bed moved along with his body, squeaking rather loudly. Your dad was sure to hear if he kept it up. It definitely crossed his mind to keep going–to pick up speed even–not giving a shit if your dad walked in. Hopper wanted nothing more than to chase this high. But that idea soon got pushed down again. Hopper stopped and you looked up at him with your fucking doll eyes. “Why’d you stop?” You asked, somewhat out of breath. Hopper grinned. How were you even out of breath? He was the one doing all the work.
“Beds too loud,” he said. He slid out of you with a sting to your crotch. You squeezed your legs together, eyes locked on Hopper as he shifted his way to the floor. He even pondered dragging you out to his truck so he could fuck you in there, but he decided the floor would have to do.
“Well?”
Startled, you stood up and met Hopper on the ground, his back pressed against the wall. Oh, shit. Did he want you to get on top? On your first time?!
“I don’t know about…”
Hopper cut you off before you could finish. “It’s alright.” He smirked at you, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you on top of him. “I’ll guide you through it.” He kissed your cheek and your face warmed. You aligned yourself, your knees on each side of Hopper’s thighs. One of his hands helped line himself back up with you, the other one squeezing your waist. “That’s it.” He encouraged. Hopper intently watched you, your cute mannerisms piquing his interest. Your face contorted, biting your lip, as you slid down on him. Your hands grabbed his shoulders for balance. Hopper’s hands now both roamed the side of your body, bringing your attention back to him.
You began bouncing, drawing out your every move, trying to warm up. “Is this good?” You asked, looking at him.
Hopper’s hips bucked up slightly in response, a gasp escaping you. “Fucking perfect.”
You rode him with more confidence, sliding on top of him with far less resistance now. Almost no sound was being made except for the connecting of your bodies and the sounds of both of your moans.
You were constricting him as his cock throbbed against your walls. He wasn’t going to last much longer, your tight body basically forcing the orgasm out of him. Hopper’s head leaned against the wall, lazily watching you. One of his fingers moved to your clit, dragging it in slow circles. You squeaked, the new sensation making you bite your tongue. So many little sounds were being dragged out of you now. “Sound so pretty,” he mumbled in pleasure.
As you were chasing your own high, you began to rock your hips back and forth, Hopper hitting you at a new angle. “Shit,” Hopper groaned, not expecting the switch in your confidence. Your moans sent Hopper over the edge, not having enough time to pull out of you before he came.
You cried in pleasure as you followed close behind with the help of his circling thumb, your body tightly pulsating around his cock. You felt his warm seed explode into you and squelch out of your body. You were too cockdrunk to fully process what was happening, all you wanted was to extend your high as long as possible.
Hopper had to keep from groaning loudly, his voice a deep growl in his throat as he bucked his hips up, expelling himself into you further.
Hopper watched as you used his cock to ride out your orgasm, messily rocking against him, your eyes shut, in another world completely.
When you finally slowed, you collapsed forward onto his chest. Hopper wrapped his arms around you, catching his breath. “Always surprising me.”
You took a few deep breaths then looked up at him, your face lined with beads of sweat. “What?” You asked exasperated.
“Didn’t expect you to use my dick like it wasn’t attached to anything, but solely there for your pleasure,” he teased.
You felt embarrassed, just as surprised as he was at your sudden horny boost of confidence. He grinned. “It was hot,” he concluded.
After you both got dressed, you felt a sudden wave of regret. Now that your mind wasn’t goop from the fire between your thighs, you could think clearly. What did this mean: fucking your dad’s friend? Someone who is over all the time. How were you going to hide this? Was Hopper going to want to fuck you again? What if you didn’t want to?
Before you could open your mouth to vocalize some of your panicky concerns, you heard your dad walking down the hall. Your door had slightly opened, just enough for your dead to hear movement. “You still up, hun?” He asked, moving to push your door open.
“Just had to use the bathroom,” You said with more haste than you meant to. Your dad’s hand fell back to his side. “Alright. Night then.” You heard him close the bathroom door.
You looked up at Hopper behind you with big eyes. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” You hissed.
Hopper rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe he’d forget by morning.” Of course, Hopper was referring to the fact that your dad was too sleepy to remember Hopper was staying in your room, and you were supposed to be sleeping on the couch. It might click by the time he wakes up that it was you who answered him through your bedroom door, not Hopper. Neither of you were sure what you were going to do, but for some reason, it made your thighs pool with desire again.
━━━━━‧₊˚➛ hopper is your self-proclaimed adoptive father. he catches you with your teddy bear one night and he wants to help you out. [one scenario where he's sweet, one where he's #dark!jim]
pairing ‧₊˚➛ dark/dad!jim hopper x afab!reader
tags ‧₊˚➛18+ content, smut, unprotected sex, reader is 20, reader described as tiny, innocent!reader, daddy kink, size kink, praise kink, masturbation, dub-con, stepcest i guess but he's not even really reader's dad--more like he's been taking care of you since you were idk 17-18.
w.c.‧₊˚➛ 2256
a.n. ‧₊˚➛ jesus christ, i promise you i have lots of fluff and cute stuff coming, i just always end up finishing smut first... i'm sorry. anyways, i'm going to hell for writing this. and you're going to hell for reading it (-:
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Jim made his way over to your bedroom door to check in on you like he did every night before he went to bed. He yawned and rubbed his hand against his chest, undoing a few of the buttons so his shirt wasn’t so tight.
Your door was already ajar and he gently knocked on it and then pushed it open all the way. He instantly froze. His mouth hung open like he was about to say something to you, but his words got caught in his throat at the sight in front of him.
Your room was dark and he could only spot the silhouette of you on your bed. You had a stuffed bear between your knees and you were rocking against it. Your face was buried in your pillows to muffle your whines, not wanting Jim to hear. Your nightgown was hiked up, exposing your ass as you rutted your hips aggressively against your plushie.
Jim assumed you viewed him as a father figure since you started living with him, so there was no way you wouldn’t be grossed out of your mind if you knew he was standing there watching you… Right?
Jim’s cock twitched painfully in his tight pants. He reached a hand down to rub away some of the soreness but he jingled his belt buckle, startling you. You stopped moving and whipped your head up to see Hopper illuminated in your doorway.
“H-Hopper. I was just—“ you pulled your dress down and pushed your teddy bear to the side, completely embarrassed.
Jim cut you off, “No, it’s okay, baby. I didn’t see anything.”
Your heart was pounding in your chest as your core throbbed painfully. Your eyes trailed down Hopper’s exposed chest and to his trousers that had a growing tent inside them.
Hopper didn’t know if he should turn around and leave or if you needed him to reassure you that you shouldn’t be embarrassed. You eyed him a moment longer. “Are you… ?” You gestured to his bulge, making Hopper look down.
Shit. “Oh, fuck. No… I just… It's the body's natural reaction to…I didn't mean...”
You giggled at his rambling. “It’s okay. I uhm… Could you help me?“
Jim choked on his own spit. “Huh? With… what exactly?” He entered the room, his palms growing increasingly sweaty.
You shyly pulled your nightgown up to expose your thighs and underwear. You turned your head to the side in embarrassment, your cheeks warming. He spotted your frilly pink panties that were completely soaked. “It’s so uncomfortable,” you said quietly. You could feel your face flush with raging heat.
Jim rubbed the back of his neck. He really shouldn’t… He couldn’t…
And yet he walked to your bed and sat beside you. “Yeah.. I guess... I can help.” His voice was deeper than earlier as his eyes took your tiny features in. God, he wanted you so badly.
“Lay back, baby.” He cooed.
You slid back and laid exposed for him. His large fingers slowly traced up your thighs leaving tingles in their wake. He hiked your gown up a bit so he could get a good view of your panties. His finger curiously pressed against your core. You gasped. “Feel good?”
You immediately bucked up into his hand; you were a fucking mess. Jim chuckled. “Needy lil' thing,” he whispered to himself. His finger stroked you over the thin fabric making you stifle a whine.
He pushed your panties to the side and slid his thick finger along your slippery folds. Your hands came up to cover your eyes feeling embarrassed.
Your hips bucked up involuntarily a few more times. “This feel nice?” Hopper asked.
“Mhm.” Jim planned to get you off by circling his fingers between your thighs, then he would leave. But you pouted. “Need more.” You pulled your hands away to look at him. He gulped.
He paused, not sure what his next move would be. Something perverted possessed Jim because he began undoing his belt. If he didn't do it now, he never would. “Take your underwear off," he instructed.
You sat up and shimmied them off before tossing them on your floor. Jim mirrored your actions and pushed his pants down, then his boxers, his cock springing free. Your eyes widen. He was so big. Like mind-bogglingly big.
He patted his lap and you crawled over to him. Jim grabbed your hips and hiked your dress up so he could see your pretty pussy. You straddled him and he used one hand to stroke you again, using your slick to lube his cock up for you.
“Just like earlier,” he said, referring to you humping your teddy.
You nodded and let Jim do all the work as he lined you up with him. His hand never left your hip, your dress bunched underneath his fingers so he could see everything he was doing. And fuck, he couldn’t believe what he was doing. It was so wrong, and he felt like he was taking advantage of you. But he also felt like he couldn’t stop. He wanted to feel you.
“Okay, baby. You can sit down.”
You nodded again and began to sit. You instantly gasped feeling the head of Hopper’s cock pressed against your entrance. You heard Jim’s chest rumble as you tried to sit down and take him. You managed to get a bit of his head inside of you before crying out. “Hm. Might be too big for ya, princess.”
You pouted, desperate to ease your building tension. Jim lifted you and then sat you down so his cock was pressed against his stomach and you held it down as you sat atop it. “Alright. Go ahead. Just like you did to your teddy.”
You looked at him, your hands clenching his chest through his shirt. “Go on, baby,” he encouraged.
You took in a deep breath and slid your cunt along Jim’s shaft. You bit your lip and Jim let out a groan. “Jesus,” he mumbled. His hand involuntarily reached across your bed and squeezed your cluster of plushies that were pressing against the both of you. You insisted on gaining a collection of them, and now you were basically sitting on top of them there were so many.
You continued to slide along him, your clit gaining enough friction to make you want to cry out. Hopper saw the way you held back your cries. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You can make noises.”
You looked at him with puffy lips and rubbed along his shaft. You let out a small moan, his cock feeling so much better than the soft stuffed animal against you. You kept rutting your hips against him, picking up speed. You leaned into his chest and let mewls escape your lips. “Daddy, oh, god,” you cried.
“That’s right, princess. Keep going till you feel all better.”
You nodded and continued sliding against him. Jim’s fingers dug into your hips, then under your nightgown and along your soft tummy. Jim grunted each time you bumped his head with your clit. His large rough hands grazed your breasts, making you jump a little at the sensation. “Oh, fuck!” Jim cried as you shifted on top of him.
You began going faster, as fast as you had been going against your plushie. Your whines were constant now as his hard cock glided against your clit in a mind-numbing manner. You huffed as you felt yourself edging closer. “I’m…” you cried, unable to finish your sentence. You began shaking on top of Hopper’s cock, his hand squeezing tightly around your breast in response. Hopper groaned as he began coming onto his stomach, his cock twitching beneath you. You leaned your head against his chest while you lazily humped against him a few more times.
You both were panting and you collapsed into Hopper’s arms. He cradled you and placed small kisses on your forehead. “Feel better, princess?”
You nodded your head against him, “Mhm.”
OR
Hopper peered in through your door, ready to say goodnight when he spotted his innocent little girl rutting your hips against the plushie he had gotten you. You muffled your cries, not wanting to get caught.
Hopper slid into your room and gently shut your door behind him. You still didn’t notice him and you kept gliding your soaking pussy against your bear, desperate for friction.
Hopper palmed his hardening cock in his hands, trying to calm himself as he watched you.
He walked towards your bed, “Princess.”
You jumped and flung your bear to the side of your bed, pulling your nightgown down. “I-I..” you stuttered.
“Were you trying to get off, baby?” He cooed as he stepped in front of you. You shook your head, your face heating. "Were you thinking of daddy?" You gulped. “What a naughty thing to do. Only big girls do that.”
You pouted. “I am a big girl.”
Hopper’s eyes darkened. “Oh, you are now?” You nodded. Hopper undid his belt and grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. You cried in surprise as Hopper’s large hands began tugging your pink panties down your thighs. “Okay, then you’ll have to prove it to me.” You struggled against him, but he was far stronger. He yanked your nightgown off leaving your budding breasts exposed. You tried to cover your chest but Jim was faster. He forced your arms above your head and your back against the bed. Hopper laid on top of you, his cock begging to be set free. “Be a good girl now.”
He released your hands and reached down to fumble his pants and boxers off. Soon you felt Hop’s hard cock against your bare thigh. You whined. “I think you’re warmed up enough,” he mumbled before settling himself between your legs and forcing his cock against your entrance. You cried, knowing his cock was too big.
“Hey. You wanna act like a big girl? You’re gonna get treated like a big girl.” Hopper began pushing his dick inside of you and you immediately pressed your hands against his chest and cried out in pain. You weren’t ready for someone that size. Your nails clawed into his chest as he slowly pushed himself further. Jim swore under his breath, your pussy squeezing against him uncomfortably tight. “God damn, ” he moaned.
Tears began to well in your eyes. You whined for him to stop, that it was hurting, but he ignored you. In what felt like agonizingly long minutes, Jim had managed to bury himself completely inside you. You felt like your insides were going to split open. Jim pulled back to look at your tear-stained face as your chest rose and fell in sobs. “Hard parts’ over,” he teased. “Just relax, princess. I’m gonna take care of ya.”
You nodded, a cry muffled behind your lips. “That’s my girl.” Jim slowly pulled out, taking his sweet time so you could adjust. Then he pushed back in, making you yell and dig your nails deeper into his chest. Jim groaned, your walls pushing against him in resistance. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.
He began at a very slow speed, thrusting in and out as softly as he could. Your cries became less vocal, and his cock entered more easily over time.
After several painful minutes, Jim had a regular rhythm as he rutted against you, your pussy squelching with each pump. Your whines were still laced with pain but they were also laced with pleasure now. You yelped when he hit you just right so his body brushed against your clit as he bottomed out. Jim grinned. Your legs draped loosely around him as he used your body. He picked up speed, even though he knew he shouldn’t have, and you cried again. The pinching pain was intertwined with waves of pleasure. You were tormented between not enjoying it, and not wanting him to stop.
“God, you feel so fucking good, baby.” Your walls fluttered at his praise. Your hips bucked up against him, your clit getting stimulated whenever you did. “Just like that, princess.”
Soon you were a sobbing mess as you slammed your hips up to meet Hopper’s, sharp painful gasps and moans leaving your lips.
Jim placed kisses along your neck and picked up speed again. He kept rutting into you until you were full-blown crying in pain and also moaning and groaning each time he hit your sweet spot. Your tight walls became too much for him and he began to spill himself inside of you. You yelled, his cock twitching as your walls fluttered. “Fuck,” was all he could muster. The warm liquid quickly overfilled you and made you mewl beneath him. His seed made it so he slipped in and out of you with ease. You felt the pressure that had been building finally break and your legs shook around him. Your head flew back as Jim lazily pumped himself inside of you, not caring about his come entering your unprotected cunt.
Your hips gave a few more lazy thrusts against Jim until he stopped and collapsed on top of you.
He pulled out and it stung. He looked down beneath your bodies and chuckled. “We made quite the mess.” His eyes trailed up to your abused face, littered with tear stains. He kissed your cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby. Then you can snuggle up into me.” You meekly nodded, not caring about being a ‘big girl’ anymore. You just wanted Hopper to baby you.
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━━━━━‧₊˚➛ hopper regrets his building feelings for you, deciding it's best to cut this fling off before you learn to regret it.
pairing ‧₊˚➛ jim hopper x afab!reader
tags ‧₊˚➛18+ content, smut || unprotected sex, age gap, blood, angst, reader described as small and having hair that can be tucked behind ear. reader refers to self as a 'girl'.
w.c.‧₊˚➛ 7434
a.n. ‧₊˚➛ sorry for the wait, but here is the final part to ride home. as you can see, it's longer than usual which is why it took so long. i hope you enjoy! (and yes, this is the final part)
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A few weeks had passed since that night Jim Hopper touched you under the dining room table.
Things with Hopper had been going… good. And if by good you meant that you were having sex any time you saw one another and blatantly ignoring the rising feelings stirring inside each of your chests. Then, yeah, things were going good.
Just tell him! A voice rose in the back of your throat like hot bile. You shoved it down. Nope, you weren’t going to bring it up. Isn’t that how things were always ruined? The woman catches feelings and makes things incredibly awkward to the point where the relationship is cut off entirely. You didn’t want to lose Hopper, so you were just going to have to tough it out and accept the fact that he only wanted you for sex.
But what you didn’t know was that Hopper was fighting the exact same feeling. It’s maddening how blind the two of you were. For God’s sake, Jim almost moaned out an ‘I love you’ while he was balls deep inside of you the other day. You convinced yourself that you just misheard him.
Jim pushed you down further into his mattress, his cock hitting you so hard that you had to muffle your cries afraid they would break his eardrum. His hand was locked in your hair and your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. Your soft whines underneath him were sending him over the edge. Your eyes fluttered up at him as he kept rolling his hips into you. “Jim…” You mumbled, completely entranced. You looked like an angel under him, glowing in ecstasy as you mewled into his chest. He felt himself begin to spill into you, your head shook side to side as you tried to contain your moans but they slid off your tongue like honey. Jim groaned in your ear, “Fucking hell. You’re so good. So—perfect. Shit, I lov—“ He masked his mistake with a loud moan as you tightened around him at his praise.
Why were you both torturing one another?
Jim fiddled with his pen as he stared down at the same paragraph he had been rereading for the past five minutes. He was busy contemplating a way to get to see you again.
That’s where the stupidity started kicking in. The two of you each decided—without talking to the other person—that this was solely about lust and sex. So your meetings only ever revolved around that. Both of you would have been happy simply talking most of the time (Jim wanted to take you out to dinner so badly and get to see you all dressed up for him.) But you both also thought the other was in this unconventional coupling for a different reason. So, alas, your rendezvous only ever resulted in sex. (Granted, you both craved each other desperately that it wasn’t much of an issue.)
You came up behind Hopper and tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around to face you, surprised by your appearance. “I was writing a piece for the school paper.” You shrugged the notepad in your hand towards him. “Can I ask you some questions?” Jim tried to look annoyed, but you were so fucking cute as you innocently requested his time.
“You know I can’t give out information…” You looked up at him with the most pathetically sweet doll eyes, your lips pouting. He took a deep breath in, closing his eyes.
Hopper was the only one at the scene so he decided it wouldn’t be too risky (i.e. he wasn’t very good at hiding his desire for you and it would be blatantly obvious to anyone who witnessed your interactions.)
He walked around to the back of his truck and pulled down the tailgate so you could sit. His hands slid around your waist and he helped you jump up. You felt your cheeks warm, the feeling of his fingers lingering long after he pulled them away. You tried to focus and began writing in your notepad while Hopper leaned his hip against his truck. After a few minutes of questioning, you had gotten what you needed. You both wanted to continue talking to one another, but you’d never admit that. You both thought the other would be irritated. This was clearly only about lust.
“S’that it?” Jim asked. You set your notepad down and reached out and grabbed his hand. “What’re—“ You yanked him towards you so he stood between your legs. His eyes darkened as he tentatively watched your moves. “Just one more thing,” you whispered. Jim’s eyelids fell heavy, your hands slid up to the collar of his shirt and you pulled him in towards you until your lips were connected. His mustache tickled as he kissed you. It made you giggle. That sound almost made Hopper collapse. He was falling for you at an alarming speed. And he knew he could never have you like that. So this would have to be enough.
He grabbed your butt and heaved you towards him, your clothed core pressing against Jim’s rough jeans. He quickly fiddled with his pants, already hard beyond belief, and you did the same with your own. When he finally slid himself into you, bottoming out completely, you both exhaled in relief. He felt so right inside you. You stared up at him, wanting to savor every moment you had with him. He traced your face, you were so perfect. Your lips were parted and he could feel the heat radiating off of your body. He took a moment to take you in entirely before he gave you what you wanted and thrusted in and out of you so that you moaned out his name.
You were sat in your living room, spacing out at the television as you laid horizontally along your couch. Your hand raised to change the channel then lazily collapsed and hung off the couch and onto the floor. You looked up at the ceiling. If only you had an excuse to go visit Hopper at the station. You knew he was working late tonight. Usually, your dad was a good excuse, dropping off his lunch or just checking in with him. But your dad was currently rummaging through a box of old paperwork on the living room floor, huffing to himself as he struggled to find whatever ancient archive he was looking for.
Wait. Your dad didn’t have to be at the station in order for him to act as your wingman. You could simply go pick something up that he ‘forgot’. You stumbled to your feet and ran up the stairs, gaining a curious glance from your father.
You changed and ran out the door, telling your dad you were going to a friend’s house. If you wasted any more time than that, you might have talked yourself out of going.
It was pathetic, really. But you didn’t care, you just wanted to see Jim. The way his grumpy face would slightly soften when you appeared. You loved when he tried to be annoyed with you and would call you silly names. Or the way he would call you kid–like your parent’s friends would– while he was standing before you, rock hard. Your heart fluttered just thinking about it.
Hopper huffed and sat back in his chair, the silent station driving him mad. And just as he thought that, the loud noise of fumbling footsteps sounded outside his office.
Then the footsteps were coming closer, and closer until they were right outside his door. Hopper felt his heart rush. The door creaked open and Flo stepped in, a clutch of paperwork in her arms.
Hopper sighed for the millionth time that night (but what’s new?) His heart resumed to its normal pace and he grumbled something to Flo. “Just received these,” she said, gesturing to the papers in her hands. “Said it was urgent.”
Hopper stood up and sulked over to the door. “Yeah, thanks, Flo. I’ll get right on that.” Hopper took the work from her and she rolled her eyes. “Sure you will.” That gained a smirk from Jim.
She went to turn around but stopped, then spoke over her shoulder. “Oh, and you have a visitor.”
Jim turned back to his office door and saw Flo slip away down the hall and your frame appear where hers just was.
You meekly waved at him. Hopper set the folder down on his desk and turned to you, leaning on the edge of his desk.
“Are you stalking me?” He teased.
“I can leave if you want.”
Hopper shook his head, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks. “No. It’s fine. You can come in.”
You shyly slipped into his office, closing the door as you did.
When you turned to face Hopper again, he saw the look of worry spread across your face. But it wasn’t his place to ask.
“My dad had left some stuff in his desk he needed. Thought I’d stop in and say ‘hello’.”
Hopper grinned. “Oh, yeah? You just wanted to say hi? Nothing more?”
You felt a chill run up your spine. Shit. Did you really sound that desperate?
You stuttered, “No-no, I just—I—“
“I’m just messin’ with ya, kid.”
Hopper hated to see this anguish plastered blankly across your face. You barely even smiled at him. Maybe you were finally regretting wasting your time with him and realized you made a mistake sleeping with this mean, old grump.
Hopper paused before pushing himself off of his desk, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Listen, I… I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” He sat down in his chair, his legs spread wide as he leaned on his thighs.
You approached him, leaning your hip on the edge of his desk.
His eyes scanned yours and he felt himself try to hold back what he wanted to say. He couldn’t keep being selfish. You were clearly ruining your life being with Hopper. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that dramatic, but still. You were obviously going through something that was making you rebel. What better way than to sleep with your dad’s boss? (Well, technically Hopper wasn’t his boss. But that’s beside the point.) This was never going to sit well on your conscience once you grew up and had an epiphany about all your poor choices. And Hopper didn’t want to be remembered as one of your mistakes.
“I don’t think this is a good idea.” He gestured between the two of you. “Actually, it’s an awful idea and I’m sorry for keeping it going for so long.”
You rolled your eyes. “God, not this again. I’ll admit, it was kinda hot when you saw the ambivalence of the situation, but it’s getting old, Hop.”
“See, that’s what I’m saying. Even you realize that this is wrong.”
“That’s not what I—“
He said your name breathlessly, his fingers coming up to pinch between his brows in annoyance. “It’s just… What are we gonna do?” His voice was raising in tempo and it made you feel small. “Just keep fucking around, until what? How long are we gonna drag this shit out?”
“Hopper, I—“
“Listen, I know you probably thought it was cool to rebel or whatever and seduce the chief of police, but this isn’t going anywhere. And I can’t keep sleeping around with a high schooler. Fuck.”
You felt tears well in your eyes. “I graduate in a month.”
Jim sighed. “That’s not the point I’m trying to make.”
“So, you’re just done? Just like that? Because… Because you’re worried about my choices? Because of what everyone in town would think about you if they found out?” Your words were laced with fire.
“Yeah. Pretty much,” he said coolly, but his heart was hurting as he watched your eyes puddle with tears. It was all a facade.
A tear betrayed you and rolled down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away. Jim’s eyes flickered, breaking his mask for a moment, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around you. “Why can’t you just admit you don’t like me instead of making up such dumb excuses!” Your hands balled up in fists. Jim didn’t say anything. “Fine. Whatever.” You spun around and stormed out. And by the time you made it to the end of the hall, you knew Jim wasn’t chasing after you. He wasn’t going to stop you from leaving. No, he wanted you to leave.
That was not how you thought the night was going to go.
A few weeks had passed and unlike before when you tried to jump Jim’s bones every chance you got, you spent your time avoiding him at all costs.
You felt like you might burst into tears just seeing his face.
You sat on the bleachers, watching the Hawkin’s High basketball team race up and down the court. Your best friend grabbed your arm, whispering something about how cute one of the guys on the other team was. You nodded your head feigning agreement.
You watched, bored beyond belief. This wasn’t usually your thing. You only came because your friend dragged you here. On the far side of the gym, you spotted a burly man in a tan hat step in through the doors. Hopper.
You tried to sink down into your seat. Your eyes shifted to focus on the game but they kept darting to Hopper’s figure in the corner of the gymnasium. You watched as Jim was saying something to your principal, it seemed important based on the way they were speaking and gesturing.
You shook your head and looked back at the players on the court. You instinctively started to pick at your nails, the skin around them beginning to bleed.
The crowd began to roar–Jason Carver just scored. The people around you stood up and cheered, you think you heard Steve Harrington yelling something behind you but all you could make out was something about ‘Sinclair’ and ‘kicking ass’. Your friend looked down at you and nudged your arm, confused as to why you seemed to be so disinterested.
As the crowd settled down again and slowly fell back into their seats, your gaze wandered to the far side of the court once more. Your eyes widened, Jim was looking directly at you. You both held each other’s line of vision for a moment, his pupils narrowing in on you. You quickly looked away, your cheeks feeling abnormally warm.
Suddenly, you didn’t feel like watching the game anymore. “I’m gonna go get some air,” you said in your friend's ear.
“Want me to come?” She asked.
You shook your head and gave her a weak smile, “I’ll be right back.”
She nodded, her eyes still suspicious as she watched you push past classmates to get down to the gym floor.
Your arms wrapped around yourself, feeling small, as you pushed open the doors and stepped out into the night air. The rumble of the game became soft, locked within the school’s brick walls.
You jumped down the stairs and walked over into the parking lot. You didn’t know where you were going, but you had to clear your head.
A few voices carried in the wind off in the distance; some students were trying to be subtle about the fact that they were smoking. You went in the opposite direction until you were on the grass lawn, hidden from the street lamps.
You sat down on the single, lonely bench, sighing as you tried to shake Hopper from your mind. You were so fucking stupid. How could you possibly think Jim Hopper, the fucking chief of police, would be interested in you? Like really interested in you. You were young and had teased him hopelessly for months, of course, he was going to act. Why wouldn’t he? But you wanted more than that.
So stupid, you told yourself as you buried your head in your hands. You tried to hold back sobs, you were already pathetic enough as it was.
A ruffling in the trees past the school’s lawn startled you. Your head shot up. “Hello?” You said quietly. You paused and listened for a moment thinking it might have been those students you saw earlier. You were just being silly, nothing was there.
You pulled your legs up on the bench and into your chest. Maybe you should go back, your friend would be wondering where you went.
The sound of crunching, like a dog devouring a meal, made you jump. Okay, now you were freaking out a little bit. You sat up on the bench, fully alert. Your heart was racing in your chest making it hard to hear anything apart from your pounding heartbeat. Branches breaking got closer and closer to you. You were on your feet and backing up.
That's when you saw it. It was like a person wearing a Halloween mask, but it wasn’t a costume. The bloody skin of the creature reflected in the moonlight, its stature a good three feet taller than you. Your eyes were pried wide open as you backed away, gulping. The creature slowly approached you. You backed away and tripped on a rock, falling to your butt. You made a frightened gasp. The creature came darting toward you. You turned and began crawling away, trying to stand up as you did. You were too scared to even scream out.
Red hot pain flared on your ankle, the claws from the monster were tearing into your flesh.
You groaned, yelling for help now. You tried to kick it off of you, your foot stomping on its large mangled hands making it shriek. “What the fuck,” you said breathlessly.
You managed to get to your feet but you could hear the monster following right behind you, its hand grabbed your shoulder, making you scream.
Bang.
You fell to your knees, the claw slacking its hold and then disappearing altogether.
Bang.
You couldn’t hear anything but the ringing of gunshots bouncing around your skull. You turned, looking at the creature struggling in pain. It had already been wounded and now it had two bullet holes burning through its skin. It looked at you, though you couldn’t spot any eyes, then it turned and ran back off into the forest.
You collapsed on the grass, your hand coming to rest on your head in exhaustion and confusion.
Jim’s frame hovered above you, directly in your line of view. He leaned down and pulled you up, scooping you into his arms bridal style. You could see his mouth moving but you couldn’t make anything out; the ringing washing over everything.
“What was that… thing?” You asked. You were sat atop Jim’s dining table as he rummaged in his bathroom for a first aid kit. You had only been to his place once before and you didn’t get a good look. You glanced around, taking in all his things.
“I have no fucking idea,” he called out to you.
Your legs swung underneath you as you anxiously fidgeted. Your nails came up to your mouth, this was not good. You were stuck in Hopper’s home, in such close proximity. Nothing good could come from this.
Hopper came stomping out of the bathroom with his arms full of an array of random medical supplies. You raised your brow, eyeing him as he set it down on the table beside you. He noticed your glare. “S’all I got,” he shrugged.
He grabbed some spray and a cloth and grabbed your foot. You jumped, his warm fingers grazing your skin. You tried not to think about his hands on your leg as he attempted to clean the wound.
You cleared your throat. “Hop, it’s barely a scratch, I think I’m fine.”
Jim felt his gut lurch when you said his name. “Don’t know where that freaky fuck came from, better safe than sorry and clean it out.”
You slouched back on your hands as you reluctantly let him clean the wound, holding back a smile at his word choice. His fingers tickled as he held your ankle, grabbing a roll of medical bandage wrap, and winding it around the cut. When it was fully dressed, he held your foot still in his hand, his finger pads lingering on your exposed ankle. He slowly looked up at you and immediately released your leg, standing up awkwardly. He grunted and scooped up all the shit he laid out moments earlier and brought it back into the bathroom.
You slid off the table and aimlessly circled his kitchen, hoping he would take you home now. Jim appeared behind you and said your name, reaching out and touching your shoulder. “Ow!” You jumped.
His hand reclined and you both looked to where his fingers just were. Blood was beginning to seep through your shirt. “Shit,” you muttered.
“Fuck, he got you there too?”
“I guess. I think it grabbed my shoulder.” You went to move your shirt and hissed as it clung against the sticky blood.
Jim went to the sink and wrung out a warm cloth, handing it to you. You walked over to him and took it, giving him a passive look. He leaned back against the sink as you tried to move your shirt to the side. You winced and looked up at him.
“Come here,” he mumbled.
You stepped a bit closer and he took the cloth from you, dabbing it on the area to loosen the shirt. He slowly pulled the clothing away from the cut and placed the warm cloth on top of it as a compress. He held it there, his eyes flickering to yours. You gulped. Your cheeks were on fire.
He cleared his throat. “I’ll get you another shirt.”
He turned and went to his bedroom. “No, Jim. It’s fine. I can just change at home.”
Of course, Hopper being Hopper, he walked back out with one of his shirts anyways. He wasn’t going to make you sit in a bloody–and now wet–shirt. He stuck his hand out to you to give you the clothing. His eyes shifted between you and the fabric uncomfortably. Your fingers tentatively reached up and you paused for a moment, your chest racing. “Thank you,” you said meekly.
You grabbed the shirt and Hopper rubbed the back of his neck.
“I’ll go put the stuff away…” Hopper said awkwardly.
You nodded and he slowly turned around to go put away the stuff he left on the bathroom sink.
Once Hopper was in the bathroom again you slowly tore your shirt from your body. You winced slightly but once the shirt was off the cut, you felt much better. You looked over at your shoulder. “Shit, it’s not even that bad,” you mumbled, annoyed for acting like such a baby. You grabbed the cloth and started to dab up the stained blood.
“Oh, shit, sorry. I—“
You jumped and looked up at Hopper who was standing wide-eyed in the doorway. You felt a heat rise to your chest and face.
You stared at him, expecting him to shy away and let you finish changing, but he didn’t. He just watched you. You cleared your throat, your arms coming up to lay across your chest (but it’s not like Hopper hadn’t seen it all before.) “Uh. Hop…” You said, shaking your head a bit.
He still didn’t say anything. He stepped closer towards you so he was only inches from your exposed body. “Hop…” You said breathlessly again.
“You’re so beautiful.”
You took in a sharp breath. You looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze. “You can’t…” you stuttered. “Don’t say that to me.”
His fingers surprised you as they touched your jaw and tilted your head up towards him. Your words got lost in your throat. Hopper couldn’t help himself. He slowly leaned in, watching your eyes flutter under him. Your lips parted, you couldn’t seem to stop either. Hopper’s nose rested against yours and his lips teased your own. He breathed your name softly then closed the gap. You felt your body immediately cave into his touch, your knees buckling and your head sinking lower. Jim’s arms wrapped around you to hold you up, moving his lips in rhythm with yours.
Jim’s hands slid around your back, gently pulling your hips into him. He grunted as your body collided with his, your skin incredibly soft under his touch. You pulled away, shaking your head slightly. Hopper looked at you with such certainty, his fingers coming up to trace your unharmed shoulder and then sliding into your hair.
You wouldn’t look up at him, you were too embarrassed. Instead, you focused on his chest as you spoke. Hopper’s fingers continued to play with your hair, lost in thought. “I can’t…”
Jim softly said your name.
You felt hot tears well in your eyes. You shied away, afraid of him seeing you like this. Pathetic. “I’m sorry I ruined things.” Your voice was small.
Hopper’s hands fell to his side.
“You didn’t ruin-“
“I did!” The tears began running down your hot cheeks. “I was getting attached. I was being stupid. So fucking stupid,” your voice got quiet. “I shouldn’t have tricked you like that.”
Jim’s eyes stayed focused on you. “Tricked me?”
“Yeah. It was all just a fun hook-up to you. But I had… I have liked you for a while now.” Jim raised a brow at you. You paused before continuing, trying to gather your thoughts. “It’s stupid, but I had a crush on you.” You tried to laugh but it sounded more like a struggling snort as tears kept falling.
Jim closed his eyes, thoughts racing around his head. You gulped as you peered up at him. You just ruined your chances of this ever working out. He might have been a grump, but he wasn’t mean. Once he realized you liked him like that, he wouldn’t lead you on. He’d cut things off for good.
You jumped slightly when you felt Jim’s warm fingers brush along the side of your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. Your breathing hitched in the back of your throat, his eyes were dark, but not like how they usually looked. They were filled with something other than lust.
He whispered your name and you felt your heart flutter.
“That’s not what it was to me.” His words were soft. You wouldn’t have been able to hear him if he spoke any quieter. Your lips parted. He leaned down towards you, your lips drawing closer and closer to one another. “I fell in love with you.” His thumb came up and wiped away your wet cheeks.
You made a noise in the back of your throat. “Y-You did?”
Jim’s mouth ever so slightly turned up before he connected his lips with yours. You felt your body go loose as his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him. His hand came up to rest on your cheek as he kissed you deeper. Breathlessly, he pulled away. “I thought if I pushed you away, I could prevent you from getting ruined.”
“Ruined?”
“Yeah. What good could come from a big grump falling for a sweet thing like you? You got your whole life ahead of you, kid. I didn’t want you wasting it hooking up with me. So you could get back at your parents? To prove you were mature? I don’t know, but I didn’t want you to regret this,” he motioned between your two bodies.
You felt a smile form on your lips. “And I thought I was the one foolishly-in-love-when-it-was-only-meant-to-be-a-fling.”
He pushed your hair back as he admired you. “Still don’t want you to regret this.” You could hear the worry laced in his words.
Your hands grabbed the hem of his shirt. “No. I…” You paused. “I want you, Hopper. For more than just sex.” His eyes dropped, his hands falling on top of yours as you clung to him. “I know what you’re thinking.” He eyed you. “That your feelings for me are wrong. How you can’t possibly fall for someone like me, let alone hook up with. You’re the chief of police. And I’m just some dumb girl who likes older men apparently. It would never—“ Jim cut you off, smiling as he kissed you.
You were right. That’s exactly what he was thinking. But fuck it. He wasn’t sure how he could manage knowing you liked him the way he liked you if he just pushed you away again. Screw what everyone else thought. You could both worry about that when you got to it. But right now, Jim desperately needed you.
You fervently kissed him back, both of your breathing increasing. “Jim-” you mumbled between kisses.
“Mhm?”
“You’re not gonna–push me away–again after–are you?” you managed to get out as Hopper attacked your face.
He paused. “Not if you want me. I can worry about what Hawkins thinks later. I don’t give a fuck what they have to say–” it was your turn to cut him off. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into you. His mustache tickled your nose as he kissed you. His hands found their way to your exposed hips, sliding up and brushing the back of your bra.
Jim pushed you back so you wobbled to the couch. Your legs hit the side and you sat on the arm of his couch. Jim was quickly between your knees, his hand behind your head as he pulled you into him. When he pulled back to get a breath, his eyes couldn’t tear away from you. Your face was stained with tears, but that only made your eyes stand out more. Your hair had been ruffled by Jim’s large hands, and your lips were swollen.
“What?” you asked, suddenly shy under his gaze.
“You’re so beautiful.”
You felt your cheeks flush. Jim pushed your hair behind your ear and placed a kiss on your exposed shoulder. His fingers traced along your bra strap and down to your back where he unclipped it. You felt goosebumps rise in his trail. His fingers gently lifted your straps off, making sure not to touch the cut along your shoulder, and threw your bra to the floor. His eyes ravaged you. You were about to speak, feeling shy, but Jim was faster. His lips grazed your nipple, making you gasp. He drew it into his mouth, sucking and nipping you softly. You felt your eyes flutter and your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Jesus,” you breathed.
Jim felt himself grin, loving getting a reaction out of you. His hands rested on your hips as he kissed your chest. He hooked your jeans in his fingers and began to wiggle them. You lifted your hips up so he could yank them down. His hands grabbed your thighs immediately, squeezing them and letting his thumb rub small circles along them. His head came up to kiss your neck and jaw, his stubble leaving tingles in their wake.
You grabbed his biceps, holding on to him as he nuzzled the side of your neck. A small moan left your lips and that was enough to send Jim into overdrive. His hips came slamming into your own, the roughness of his jeans gliding against your clothed clit. His hands were around your jaw, both of them pulling you in for a hard kiss, his tongue sliding along your lips and into your mouth. He grunted when he felt your hips roll into him, your legs wrapping around his thighs and pulling him into you.
Hopper couldn’t handle it anymore, he needed you.
He scooped you up into his arms gaining a squeal from you. He moved you to the couch cushions and laid you down before him. He tore his shirt and pants off in one quick motion, then placed himself on top of you, kissing you into the couch. Your fingers ran through his tawny hair, your legs struggled to wrap back around Jim’s waist. His hand slipped between your bodies and into your underwear. You gasped when you felt him touch you. He began to rub small circles across your core, your body already wet and ready for him.
One of his fingers slid to your entrance and rubbed between your lips, feeling the way you were overflowing. “All this for me?” His voice was far deeper than earlier.
You looked up at him, your eyes big and sweet. “Mhm,” you cooed.
Jim removed his hand and slid it up your side then squeezed one of your breasts. You felt sad at the loss of his touch between your thighs. “I want you inside me, Jim.”
His eyes darted to yours, his pupils blown. You swallowed hard as he stared at you. You felt his hard length press against your thigh and you rolled into him.
“Fuck,” he cursed. You reached down and wiggled your underwear off before grabbing the hem of Jim’s and urging it down. Jim followed your lead and tore his boxers off before nestling himself back between your legs. You could feel his cock pressing against your clit as he put his weight onto you. He kissed your jaw again while his hands grabbed himself and began to rub his tip against you. You moaned, your face heating up and he teased you.
“God, Jim. Please!” You begged pathetically.
Jim used his hands to push your hips down and prevent you from jutting your hips up towards him. You pouted. “I’m right here, baby.” He said softly. “No need to rush. I wanna savor you.”
Your chest thumped loudly. Hopper kissed your cheek and then ground his hips against you, his cock dragging along your core. You both moaned as he continued to do it. One of your legs were buried in the couch cushions and unable to wrap around Jim, so only one of your legs came up to rest on him. Jim’s hand instinctively went to your thigh as you lifted your leg to drape around him. He used that as leverage to rub against your harder. You bit your lip as you held back a yelp.
Without warning, Jim thrusted himself into you. You gasped in shock as he filled you up. Jim grunted above you, his head falling into the crook of your neck. You clenched around him, making him grumble into your hair, sending vibrations throughout your body.
He let you adjust to him as you squirmed beneath his weight. “Jim. Move,” you said in a breathless tone, desperate to feel him pump inside you.
His hands wrapped around you and he began to thrust in and out. Your head arched backward as he hit you deep. Jim growled as he felt your walls spasm around his cock. You mewled in response, your vision dizzy as Jim rutted into your hips.
You felt all your sadness from earlier sink away and you were filled with warmth instead. Both of you forgot all about the monster you encountered. You were pretty sure you both would keep fucking even if that thing had burst through the window. You couldn’t stop now. You wouldn’t let him.
You bucked your hips up each time Jim bottomed out, forcing him to hit you as deep as possible. You cried out in pleasure. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted.
Hopper was already so close, and you desperately thrusting against him wasn’t going to help things. He wasn’t going to last. (So much for savoring it.) His hands found your hair and he fisted it, his voice growing deep as he growled. He began to hit you long and hard as he pumped his length in and out of you. He felt his fist squeeze tightly in your hair when he felt your walls clench around him. And just like that, he was done for. Jim groaned so lowly that you could feel the vibrations tickle your stomach.
Jim let out a long, dragged-out ‘fuck’ as he began to come inside of you. Your own orgasm followed suit, your legs shaking as Jim filled you up. His hot seed seeped out around his cock as he thrusted through his high, obscene noises filling Jim’s quiet place.
You arched your back into Jim’s chest, bucking your hips up against him over and over as he kept spilling himself into you. Jim moaned as you sucked every last drop from his cock, draining him completely.
He began to slow his thrusts, your nails digging into Jim’s back as your high faded to a pleasant sense of ecstasy. Jim collapsed on top of you, his weight pushing you into the couch. He gently pulled himself from between your legs and a pool of his seed rushed out of you.
He kissed your cheek before scooping you up and rolling over so you laid on top of his chest.
His breathing was deep and his hand wrapped around you, holding you close to him.
You rested your head against him, your hand coming up to rub small circles on his chest, catching your own breath. “I love you,” he whispered.
You looked up at him, your cheek still pressed against him. “You do?”
He chuckled and you felt it rumble through your body. “Mhm.” He grinned at you, brushing his fingers against your jaw.
You kissed his chest. Then kissed him again. And again. Leaving a trail of kisses up to his lips. You had to crawl and shift your body so you were in line with his face as you placed a warm kiss on his lips. His arm squeezed around you.
You straddled him as you deepened the kiss, a small groan building in the back of your throat. You gently rolled your hips into him, your wet pussy dragging against him as you did.
Jim grumbled something into the kiss and you felt him grow hard beneath you again.
You giggled. “Round two?”
His hands came down to squeeze your ass and pulled your waist harder against him. You took that as a yes.
You squirmed on top of him, placing delicate kisses along his jaw and to his collarbone as he did to you earlier. Jim felt his cheeks blush at your touch, your soft lips like heaven against his rough skin.
You slowly slid down so your hips were in line with Jim’s. Then you took his cock in your hand, earning a grunt from Jim, and lined him up with you again. You could already feel yourself pulsing with anticipation, wanting him to fill you like before. You slowly sank down on him, his hands resting against your soft waist. You both gasped, looking at one another with parted lips.
He stretched you out slowly, your body needing time to adjust to him again. It was almost painful how well he filled you. You finally sank down on him completely, letting your full weight lay against him. You felt Jim’s hips buck slightly beneath you, his hands eagerly rubbing against your hips and thighs. You lifted off of him gently, letting his cock slide out of you painfully slow.
Jim’s breath got caught in his throat, his cock already dripping in precum. You lazily took him all in again, sitting flesh against him. He growled, his head pressing up against your cervix. You felt his fingers dig into your skin. You began to lightly bounce on top of him, making his fingers press harder and harder into you. Your hands rested against his chest as you rode him, your mouth letting little whimpers escape.
You felt every ridge of his cock glide against you, your clit bumping against Jim as you sank down on him. You couldn’t help but let little cries weep out of your mouth as you took him in.
Your bounces stayed at the same pace and Jim couldn’t take it any longer. He grunted as he gripped your hips and began bucking his hips up into you and pulling you down to meet his thrusts. You moaned, his body slapping against yours. Jim began bucking up consistently, pulling you into him each time. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Jim took control, wanting to hit you as hard as he could. Your fingers curled into Jim’s chest, your body trembling as Jim thrusted against you.
“Jim, I–” your words barely made it out before you were moaning again. You were so close. Your cries came out staggered as Jim jerked into you, making your voice waver. You cursed and mumbled under your breath, your eyes lazily looking down at Hopper. His own met yours, both of your eyelids feeling heavy.
Jim shifted beneath you slightly and began to hit you at just the right spot. It made you cry out in pure pleasure. You have never felt this good before. You felt your walls clench around him, your legs wanting to squeeze together as they pressed against Jim.
You felt your high approaching, your body going limp as Jim kept his pace. You mewled, another orgasm flowing through you. Your walls clamped down on Jim’s cock, squeezing against him and making him growl. He began squirting inside you, giving you what little he had left.
You both were a mess as you groaned and muttered swears under your breath. Your eyes stayed locked with Jim’s, even if they were both laced with exhaustion. You helped him as he slowed and bounced on top of him, dragging out your highs. You both cried out, his seed spilling out around his cock and onto both of your thighs.
You hindered your speed as you felt your body cave with warmth. You finally stopped and leaned over, collapsing on top of Jim. His arms pulled you into him, his chest rising and falling in unsteady breaths.
You mewled as the aftershock hit you, making you shake on top of him. Jim let you ride out your high with his cock still buried deep inside you.
After a few long moments, you paused, your hands wrapped tightly around Hopper. “I love you too,” you breathed.
You felt Hopper chuckle against you, his hands rubbing small patterns along your back as he held you.
You both wanted to stay like this and forget the rest of the world, bodies pressed flesh with one another, and Hopper’s cock buried inside you with his seed filling you up. You felt your eyes flutter shut as Jim’s fingers danced across your back. Sleep began to overtake the both of you as you snuggled up into Jim. You felt him harden inside you again and he groaned in pain.
You muffled noises into his chest, your hands clenching into fists as you felt him inside of you. You huffed as you began to rub up and down, your body flat against Jim’s. His cock slowly slid in and out of you as you lazily rolled your hips up and down. Your clit dragged along Hopper’s stomach making you whine. Both of your eyes remained shut and Hopper’s arms held you in a hug. You whined again, feeling tired as you rocked against Jim. You picked up your speed slightly, your chest never raising from Jim’s.
Jim’s arms, wrapped around you, pulled you up to help you up as you rolled your hips against him. Your both groaned, your pussy painfully aroused as Jim’s cock began squirting his seed into you again. You let out a vocal cry as you began to shake on top of him, coming for the third time that night.
Jim held you close and helped you gently roll on his cock, his chest vibrating as he overflowed your cunt with his seed. It pooled out around your bodies, creating a sticky mess on both of your thighs. You mewled, your walls clenching Jim as you came with him.
After a few more tired thrusts, you stopped and sighed into Jim’s chest, letting him drip out around you. He slowly pulled out of you and his cock sprang out, rubbing up against your ass as he did. You groaned, your legs trembling beneath you as the last of your high rode through your body.
Jim leaned forward and placed a kiss on your head, soft snores sounding from your small frame. He smiled, feeling like he didn’t deserve this kind of contentment. He hugged you tighter, hoping you’d never leave him. And he fell asleep shortly after.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | hopper appears at your senior prom and gets jealous when he sees you with your date.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | jim hopper x fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— unprotected sex, large age gap, size kink, reader in high school, jealousy
𝐰𝐜 | 1.6k+
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | listen, reader is technically still in high school, but is 18. if that is not your thing, do not fucking read this.
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━━━━━‧₊˚➛ 「 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 」
Hopper threw down his cigarette and stepped into the Hawkin’s gymnasium that had been transformed into a somewhat cheesy prom dance floor. He watched as seniors shuffled past him in fits of laughter, their dresses flowing as they made their way further into the prom.
It was Jim’s turn to take the prom shift. Every year, someone from the Hawkin’s PD hung around to make sure there were no drunk kids trying to drive home after the dance. It had landed on Hopper this time around and he wasn’t thrilled about it. Especially because he knew he might see you.
And sure enough, as he hovered by the entrance, he spotted your figure in the distance. You were surrounded by other dancing students, smiling brightly at the boy across from you. Hopper thought your bodies were a little bit too close.
You clung to your date's hand as he spun you around, your dress billowing in the wind. The loud sound of a Fleetwood Mac song filled your ears. When the song changed to something a bit slower, the boy grabbed your hands and pulled you into him, making you blush.
You swayed to the beat, a large grin plastered across your face until you looked over your date's shoulder and saw him.
Chief Hopper was hidden in the shadows, leaning against the wall as he stared into the flow of students. His hat hit his expression. Your smile began to fade when you realized he was staring right at you. His brows were furrowed as he stood brooding, fire rising from your feet and through your body.
Your date dipped you back and you looked at him in a bit of a panic. All the while, Hopper could feel his fists clenching.
Was this the boy you told him about?
You tried to steady yourself as you stood back up, leaning into the boy. “I’ll be right back.” You shouted over the music.
“You okay?” He asked, leaning into your neck so you could hear him. His breath on your ear gave you a chill.
“Yep, fine. Just need a drink.”
He nodded and watched you maneuver your way through the overheating bodies.
You grabbed a drink from the punch table and took this moment to look back at Hopper. Except he was no longer lingering by the gym entrance—you couldn’t spot him at all.
You chugged the drink and then threw the cup away, a lingering feeling radiating down to your core. You made your way into the hall. Giggling girls walked past you to go to the bathroom, you gave them a friendly smile as they passed. When they were inside, a hand grabbed your arm and spun you around.
“Hopper,” you mouthed breathlessly as he pulled you towards him.
He looked you up and down, his eyes already darker than usual. “You look nice.” You gave him a tight smile. “He your boyfriend?” He asked. You could smell the faint scent of whisky and cigarettes on his clothes. It made you flutter your eyes closed. “So what if he is?”
Hopper shook his head slightly and grinned, annoyed as he looked you up and down. You suddenly felt insecure under his gaze as he stood silently above you. His weak smile faded and he bent down without warning and picked you up, heaving you into his arms with ease. You flopped onto his shoulder as his arm clung around your butt. “Hopper!”
He grunted as he carried you down the hall before anyone could see, stepping into a dark and abandoned classroom.
He dropped you to your feet and shut the door. “What on earth are you—“
He grabbed you again and pushed you against the wall. His mouth was on yours, kissing you like his life depended on it. Any thoughts of your date left your mind as you wrapped your arms around Jim’s neck, letting his tongue slide into your mouth. His beard tickled your cheek while his hand roamed your body.
He pulled back slightly allowing you to gasp for breath. “Fucking hell,” he grumbled, his lips now attacking your chin and neck.
Your head hung back in pleasure. “Hopper…” you whined. He rolled his hips against you and you stifled a moan. His hands slid up to your breasts and grabbed them through your dress, making you appreciate Hopper’s jealousy.
“Please,” you begged, your underwear already soaking. It was like just the sight of him made you wet, it was your body's natural response to Jim.
He smirked, then kissed your lips again while his hands maneuvered to the back of your dress and pulled the zipper down. You helped him push it off and you kicked it to the side, not really caring if your ripped or ruined it. All you cared about was making sure that Hopper fucked the shit out of you.
He bucked his hips and pushed your back flat against the wall. You pulled away and started to fumble with Hopper’s belt. You felt like your fingers couldn’t move fast enough. Finally, you were able to push his pants down just enough to grab him through his boxers. He grunted at your touch. You pulled the waistband down and wrapped your hand around his hard length, moving slowly. “Fuck, I want you so fucking bad right now,” he growled. You let go of him and pushed your panties down then looked up at him through your eyelashes and he heaved you up so you were level with him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you. He kissed you again, lining himself up with your entrance. You could feel him against you and you whined in impatience. He slowly pushed into you, making you break the kiss to gasp. His head leaned into the crook of your neck as he tried to control himself, giving you time to adjust to his size. God, you were never going to get used to how big he was.
You arched your back, begging him to move. He placed a kiss by your ear and pulled out then pushed right back into you.
You mewled. He had you at just the right angle that he was already hitting your sweet spot. “Love all the pretty little sounds you make.” He thrusted into you again. You were too dazed to say anything. Your eyes closed as he started at a steady pace.
“Mmmm,” you hummed.
Hopper used one hand to move up to your bra and pull it down, letting your hardened nipples escape. He leaned down and kissed them, suckling slightly, making you clench your teeth.
He pulled away and looked down at you. “Your boyfriend fuck you this good?”
That boy was definitely not your boyfriend, but you just shook your head.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growled, his tone darkening.
The slaps of your bodies echoed in the empty room. You moaned. “I’m yours.”
“Only mine.” His words were deep and forceful, his hand rising to wrap gently around your neck. You nodded quickly. “Just—unngh—yours.”
His thumb slid along your jaw while his mouth began to kiss along your collar bone. You bucked your hips against him, both of you letting out a groan in response. “Tell me I’m the only one you make these noises for.”
You groaned when his finger slid across your clit, teasing you. “Only for you, Chief.”
“Jesus,” he mumbled in pleasure. He gripped your hips and began to pump in and out of you faster. Each thrust made you moan. Hopper wasn’t exactly quiet either. You were surprised no one had come looking down the hall for the escaped bear that hid in one of the classrooms.
“I’m—“ you began, but couldn’t finish your sentence. Hopper felt your walls flutter against him, making him lean his head back momentarily.
You began to let long moans out, your eyes squeezed shut. “Look at me,” he demanded.
You opened your eyes, locking with Hopper’s. His thrusts became harder and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You let your body orgasm, your legs shaking and your walls squeezing Hopper’s cock. His brows were furrowed like he was angry as he concentrated on you. He scrunched his face as he let out a dragged-out groan. You felt him spill inside of you. Your mouth fell open, your eyes never leaving Hopper’s as you both reached your high.
Hopper kept thrusting into you, his seed dripping out of you and forming a small puddle on the floor.
“God!” You yelled, your body orgasming again. You gripped Hopper’s shoulders and dug your nails into him. Your legs pulled him against you with every thrust, making him hit you longer and harder.
He began to slow and let his head fall to the crook of your neck. You both were panting, your body still shaking slightly as you both came down.
After a few more lazy pumps, Hopper stopped. His breathing was loud in your ear. He hovered there for a few moments, both of you frozen in time.
Finally, he pulled out and let you slide back down to the floor. Your legs felt weak under you as you tried to balance yourself. Hopper grabbed you and yanked his pants up, then pulled you with him as he sank down to the floor. He had you sat across his lap, his arms wrapped around you and pulling you close into him. He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes. You snuggled into his touch and felt his fingers rubbing small circles on your thigh and back.
He looked down at you. “Didn’t mean to ruin your prom.” He genuinely seemed upset that he had pulled you away from all your friends. He knew how girls felt about prom.
You kissed him, his mustache tickling you, then shut your eyes and laid against his chest, wordlessly telling him that this was way better than any shitty high school prom.
━━━━━‧₊˚➛ you’re heading back to college and your boyfriend, jim hopper, is pretty upset about it. then he gets an idea that would make you have to stay.
pairing ‧₊˚➛ dark!jim hopper x afab!reader
tags ‧₊˚➛ 18+ content, smut || fingering, dub-con, dacrylagnia. reader described as ‘small’ and hair that can ‘sprawl out’ under them. baby-trapping. breeding kink. age gap.
w.c. ‧₊˚➛ 2.1k
a.n. ‧₊˚➛ pls read warnings before reading!
masterlist. navi.
Jim felt your small fingers interlock with his own as he walked you back to his truck. You spun around so you were facing him, your backside leaning against the driver's side door, your hands entangled with his. “So…” You said, heat rising to your cheeks.
“So…” he mimicked with a grin.
“I found out my start date,” You mumbled quietly, not wanting to start this conversation. But you knew you had to. Your eyes averted Hopper’s intense visage. You knew he wasn’t going to take this well. “For school, I mean.”
He looked at you, his eyes darkening. “When?” His voice was throaty as he spoke.
You gulped, your eyes finally looking up at his. “Three weeks,” you said softly like a timid child.
You felt Hopper’s hands fall from yours. He moved them onto the truck, one on each side of your shoulders. He growled, “And you’re just telling me this now?”
“I only just found out!”
He squeezed his eyes shut and let his head hang limply. “Fuck,” he breathed. Hopper didn’t want you going back to college. He had tried to convince you to stay. He promised that he would support you. He’d give you everything you wanted. And yet, you told him no. It made Hopper furious, why did you seem to care about school more than him? He had been avoiding the day you told him you’d be going back because that meant leaving him. Five months you’d be gone… And he wouldn’t be able to see you. Your school was across the damn country. Then you’d come home for winter break, and for what? You’d just be going back in a month to do it all over again.
“We still have time together…”
“Not enough.” His voice had grown gravelly, it sent a chill running up your spine. He tilted his head, his nose almost brushing against yours as he leaned down towards you. He hated how you made him love you. “There will never be enough time.”
“I know,” you said feeling small. “I’m sorry.” You felt a tear escape your eyes and trickle down the side of your warming cheeks.
Hopper took in a deep breath and used his thumb to gently wipe away the salty droplets under your eyes. His thumb lingered, brushing soothingly against your cheek. Your head instinctively leaned into his touch.
He slowly brought his face to yours, your lips hovering over one another. You felt yourself stifle a cry, you felt horrible knowing you were the one making Jim upset. He placed a delicate kiss against your parted lips, devouring any sadness that was leaking out of you.
His hand slid to the back of your head, pulling you into him so your bodies clashed against one another. Your hands gripped the bottom hem of his shirt as he kissed you.
He pulled away, his hand still nestled in your hair, his face mollified. “Let’s not talk about this anymore. I just want to take you home with me. Okay?”
You nodded meekly and Hopper placed a kiss on the top of your head.
You had seen the way Hopper’s hands gripped the steering wheel as you drove back to his place, making your heart sore. He was still thinking about it. Obsessing over the fact that you’d be leaving him. It made you recline into your seat, wanting to turn invisible.
Jim was silent as you drove home and he was silent while you both walked in through his cabin door. You gingerly walked in behind him like you were avoiding setting off a bomb, set your things down, and slipped into his bedroom.
You started to take your clothes off, only managing to shed your shirt, when you felt Hopper’s warm hands engulf your hips. You jumped at his touch at first but immediately relaxed into a feeling so familiar. Jim’s hands trailed their way to the waistband of your jeans. Your hands hesitantly went to meet Jim’s and you gently pushed your jeans down your legs. Hopper spun you around to face him, his arms pulling you in close. You looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes again. “Hopper, I’m so, so—“ He cut you off by kissing you. His movements were rough but still laced with love and warmth. You melted into his touch, letting him kiss away all the dread and fear building between the two of you.
He pushed you back so you stumbled into the bed, the back of your knees coming in contact with the mattress. Jim’s lips left trails along your jaw and collarbone as he worked your bra off. You sighed, loving the way his kisses felt on your skin.
Jim stood back and shimmied his own clothes off apart from his boxes and pushed you back against his bed so your hair sprawled out beside you.
“I love you,” he muttered, his lips coming in contact with your nipple making you gasp.
Your hands immediately rose to Jim’s hair, digging them in deeper as he suckled against you. One of his hands slid between your legs, gently stroking your clothed clit.
You whined, you were already soaking wet.
He pulled back to admire you, then used his fingers to hook around your underwear and tear them away from your skin. Your hands clawed at him, urging him to come closer. He obliged, his weight heavy on top of you while he kissed you again. Jim rolled his hips into you, his hard length pressing right against your clit as he did, making you breathe heavily. “I love you, too,” you whispered.
He looked at you, your eyes still red and tears staining your cheeks. “You look so pretty when you cry,” he mumbled. You felt your chest flutter, your hands gripping his biceps. He reached down and pulled his boxers off before rubbing his thick finger between your folds. You felt like you didn’t deserve his loving touch at this moment, but you couldn’t hold back your moan, your lips parting as he teased you.
Jim chuckled in the back of his throat as he watched you. He began to rub the bundle of nerves set between your thighs making you arch your back off the bed and into his chest.
“You like that, baby girl?”
Your eyes were still brisked with tears, so when you squinted in pleasure, they rolled down your face. “Mhm…” you hummed.
One of Hopper’s fingers plunged into you without warning, curling once he was in all the way. You moaned, your cunt stinging slightly but mostly filled with ecstasy. He held still inside you. You went to buck up your hips, pathetically attempting to get Jim’s hand to move. He enjoyed watching you struggle.
You choked when Jim decided to push another finger in, stretching you out. “Baby,” you cried.
“What’s that?” He cooed.
“I don’t deserve this.” Your eyes were closed as he fingered you, tears steadily falling down the side of your face.
He grinned and started to move his fingers in and out. You gripped his arms tightly as you tried not to moan. Jim was growing painfully hard and couldn’t stand to suffer any longer. “Do you trust me?” He asked as he pulled out of you, making you humph. You nodded your head impatiently and he dexterously flipped you around so you were on your hands and knees, your head colliding with the bed. His hands were placed against the low of your back, massaging the skin as he wiggled his boxers off. You turned to peer at him. His face was filled with darkness and yours was littered with sorrow.
You usually used condoms since you didn’t like how the pill made you feel, but you trusted him with your whole being. Jim slid into you in one shocking thrust. You yelped burying your face into a mattress to muffle your sounds.
Jim was swearing nonsense under his breath as he waited for you to adjust. Your eyes were closed tightly as you felt him begin to pull out and push back in. You gasped as he bottomed out.
It took a few more go’s before Jim started to pick up speed and force. He held your hips so tight in his hands that you wondered if they’d bruise.
Jim began thrusting, his hips hitting you so hard that you felt the back of your thighs burning as he collided with you.
You moaned desperately loud, his cock hitting your cervix with each pump. Your face was further buried into the mattress and you felt yourself begin to get lightheaded. This is what you deserved. Jim was grunting with each thrust, loud ah’s and erh’s leaving his lips. His hands were pulling you in to meet his hips each time he bottomed out, your skin growing hot beneath his touch.
Just as fast as he had begun, Jim halted. He flipped you around again so you laid sprawled before him.
He was nestled inside you again before a single beat passed. You groaned, clinging to his back as he settled himself inside of you. Jim began kissing your neck, his other hand clutching your head as he thrusted. “I love you so much, baby,” he mumbled into your hair.
Your lips parted but you were too cockdrunk to even speak. You just mewled beneath him in response.
You could feel yourself growing close, your walls clenching around Jim’s cock. That pried a groan from Jim’s throat, his cock twitching inside you. Your legs and arms wrapped tightly around Jim’s body and he was pressed close against you, his hands tucked beside your face and intertwining with your hair. You never felt so close to him before.
Safe. You felt safe.
Your head buried into Jim’s shoulder, his moans coming out loudly with each thrust now. Your hips instinctively bucked against his, your clit rubbing against his body as you did. You mewled, your nails digging into Jim’s back like claws.
You trembled beneath him, your body was painfully close to orgasm, but you prevented yourself from letting go. Jim mumbled breathlessly in your ear. “It’s okay, baby.” You felt tears trickle in your eyes. With Jim’s loving words, you unraveled under him. Your walls tightened around Jim and your legs began to shake. Your felt your eyes and mouth scrunch up as your orgasm took its time entering your body.
At the height of your high, you felt something hot fill you, accompanied by Jim’s husky growls. Your eyes widened, Jim’s cock expelled his seed into you, the hot liquid already filling you up so much that it had to escape around Jim’s length. You felt the tears rush down your face. You couldn’t speak.
Jim continued to moan, his come seemed to be neverending as more shot inside you with each of his lazy pumps. Your arms slackened, your cunt still twitching around Jim, dragging out his own high. You threw your head back involuntarily, groaning. God, he felt so good filling you up.
Jim began to slow his pace and he could feel your body still beneath him. He pulled his head from your neck and looked at your tear-covered face. Your chest began to rise up and down faster, sobs escaping your lips.
He rolled over quickly, concern in his eyes. He pulled you into him so you were snuggled against him, his cock still inside you–he wanted to make sure his seed took hold of you.
His hand began stroking your head as you sobbed. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. I got you. Everything’s gonna be okay.”
His name struggled to get past your cries, “Jim–”
He tucked you into him closer. “I love you so much. Everything is going to be fine. You trust me, don’t you?”
You were ugly crying into his chest, too stunned to properly speak. You just nodded against him. He smiled in return and continued to rub your back.
You did trust him.
Your arms wrapped around him tightly as he held you. You cried for a good while longer, Jim holding you close to him.
Once you stopped, he cleaned you up and helped you into one of his t-shirts. Your eyes were red and puffy as you sniffled on his bed. Jim crawled into bed to meet you, pulling you into his front side, his arm draping around you, and his warmth radiating into you like a furnace. He mumbled sweet nothings into your ear as he held you, stroking your hair trying to comfort you.
“I love you,” he said sleepily.
You paused, feeling his hands pressed against your stomach. A small cry tickled your throat as you spoke. “I love you, too.”
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you and hopper have an interesting evening at dinner with your father. you both fight about who's going to tease who.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— unprotected sex, large age gap, size kink, power dynamic.
𝐰𝐜 | 2.5k+
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | hope it lives up to expectations.
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「 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 」 r.h. masterlist
You sat beside Jim at your small dining table, your hands folded in your lap, while your dad prepped dinner in the kitchen. He leaned his head out through the pony wall, “Still can’t believe they haven’t found that kid yet.” Hopper grunted in response. “Why don’t you do a piece on this for the school paper? I’m sure Hopper could help,” Your dad directed at you. Hopper nearly spit out the water he just gulped down.
“That could be fun,” you mumbled, looking at Jim with a playful smile.
He didn’t look and you, “Maybe.” Of course, Jim’s ‘maybe’ meant ‘no’. Your dad hummed an ‘okay’ and then drifted the conversation to something he could shout at Hopper through the doorways while he chopped vegetables.
You leaned your head on your hand as you listened, full of boredom, to your dad and Hopper talk. You shamefully thought this dinner would be exciting. You wanted to tease Hopper painfully in front of your oblivious father. But it was turning out to be a bore. Hopper wasn’t taking any of your bait.
You looked over at Hopper and saw the way he was avoiding your eyes. He was nervous. You smiled deviously. Maybe there was still a way you could have a little fun.
Your hand snaked out and rested on Hopper’s thigh making his knee buck up and hit the table. “Everything alright?” Your dad called out.
Hopper cleared his throat and shot you an angry look. “Yup, everything's fine.”
Your dad went on mumbling about something in the news but you both seemed to hardly be listening. “Cut it out,” he hissed.
You pouted your lips. “Cut what out?”
He went to say something, his face scrunched up in rage, when your dad walked in with some rolls. “Almost ready.”
Jim pushed his chair back, wanting to escape your grasp. “Need any help?”
“No, no. Everything’s done. Just plating it.”
Your dad walked back into the kitchen and Hopper grumbled something under his breath.
“Would you chill out,” you said, rolling your eyes as you grabbed a piece of bread.
“I am perfectly chill,” he managed to get out through gritted teeth.
You giggled, making Jim’s face soften a bit in response.
Your dad finally came in with the food and sat across from the two of you.
You all helped yourselves, silverware clanking on plates, and you shuffled around serving dishes.
“Mhm,” you moaned while looking at Hopper. “It’s really good, dad.”
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
Hopper peered over at you, knowing you were planning something.
The two men began bickering about sports and you checked out again, pushing your food across your plate in annoyance at your lack of control over the conversation.
You suddenly jumped, eyes widening a bit as you felt Hopper’s warm hand move to rest on your exposed thigh like you had done to him earlier.
You looked over at him in surprise but he was busy being casually engaged in chatter with your father as if his hand wasn’t currently snaking up your thigh.
His hand started to slowly stroke the inside of your leg. What game was he playing?
He wasn’t going to let you have all the fun, torturing him like you had been the past week, making him suffer in front of his peers.
And even knowing this, you couldn’t resist. You let your legs subtly part, allowing Hopper full access. You tried to look normal as you shoved potatoes into your mouth, but you almost choked when you felt his fingers brush against your core.
“You okay?” He asked you, a sly smirk plastered across his face.
You coughed a few times and took a sip of water before nodding. Their mingling continued.
Hopper scooped up a forkful of chicken and laughed at something your dad said while his fingers slid up and down your fabric-covered slit.
You stifled a moan as you concentrated on your food. You kicked your foot out and hit Hopper’s ankle, but that only made him press down harder. He knew you liked it. You could have yanked his hand away already, but instead, you succumbed to his temptation.
You squirmed and hit the table, making the silverware clatter.
Your dad looked over at you questioningly, clearly getting suspicious at your sudden antics. You smiled and shoved another forkful of food into your mouth. You were so thankful for your dad’s oblivious personality right now.
You were sure Hopper was going to stop, he wouldn’t want to get caught, seeing as how you kept jumping at his touch. But Hopper had other plans. He wanted to see how much he could get away with, feeling a bit of adrenaline course through his body.
Just when you thought he was pulling his hand away, his fingers skillfully slid into the holes of your loose PJ shorts and moved your underwear to the side, shoving his index finger deep inside you in one go.
You almost spit your food out. You shuffled in your seat as Jim slowly moved his finger in and out of your heat.
Your free hand gripped the table as you tried to stay silent. Maybe your dad wouldn’t notice if you just froze, kind of like what they tell you to do if you found yourself caught in front of a dinosaur.
You slightly edged your hips forward into his hand, you couldn’t help yourself. He smiled, his eyes briefly looking over at you. If your face could turn the same bright red shade of a tomato, it would have. He was enjoying the way you were suffering. The way you were clearly tense and focused on not making a sound as Hopper’s fingers worked against you.
Hopper’s plate was almost empty. He pulled out of you and a sense of relief filled your body. You looked at him curiously as he used his dirty hand to pick up the bread on his plate to take a bite. The crumbs that stuck to his finger were sucked off as he licked them. You watched him, wide-eyed as he washed his fingers of your juices in his mouth while holding a conversation with your dad.
As dinner came to an end, Jim smiled in victory. If he hadn’t done what he just did, you would have been the one teasing him under the table.
Plates were placed in the sink and Jim insisted that he had to go, thanking your dad for the food.
Your dad was beginning to wash the dishes, “Want to clean up the table, sweetheart?” You mumbled a yes to him and instead followed Jim through the house and to your front door.
“Are you following me?” He whispered.
You didn’t respond. He grunted and stepped outside, looking over his shoulder as you trailed behind him like a lost child, fury laced in your eyes.
Shit, Jim thought to himself.
“Not so fun being on the receiving end, huh?” He said cooly as he unlocked his truck.
When he turned around to face you, you moved in one swift motion, pressing your body up against him, reaching your arms up to grab his shoulders. Stunned, he slowly leaned into you out of reflex, watching as your lips parted slightly. “I want to be mad. So mad,” you said quietly. He nodded. “But I'm more just… frustrated.” He raised an eyebrow at you. You rolled your eyes. “You have to finish what you started,” you said in a breathy tone, your face heating at your words.
Jim’s eyes darkened. He wasted no time leaning down and kissing you full force. You had him pushed against his truck as you attacked him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him further into you. Jim’s own hands rested on your lower back, making you arch into him.
“Fuck,” he muttered between kisses. You felt a chill sweep through your exposed legs. You didn’t even put shoes on, the balls of your feet pressed against the hard pavement.
Hopper reluctantly pulled back from you. “We can’t do this here,” he panted. He was trying to tell you without actually saying it that this wasn’t going to work. That he was still struggling with accepting his lustful feelings towards you. But you weren’t going to let him just get away with warming you up and then leaving you unsatisfied and lonely.
The way his truck was parked, you were hidden on the far side of the road so those across the street couldn’t see you. And behind you were bushes and trees that just barely blocked your house from view. Good enough.
You pulled him into you again. “No one will see.”
He groaned, kissing you back before fighting you off.
You whined in protest. “Seriously, we can’t do this right now,” his voice was gruff and full of unconvincing syllables. He wanted you again. He wanted you all the damn time.
Annoyed, you spoke in a stern voice. “God, Hopper. It’s dark out, no one’s going to be driving past. No one ever goes out this late, and the bushes block us enough from the house. It’s gonna take my dad at least another ten minutes to clean up. So for the love of God, fuck me!”
Jim’s cheeks flushed at your words, but he didn’t spend any time acting addlebrained. He turned your body so he was pressing you up against his truck, his lips attaching to yours, his tongue begging for entrance.
You moaned into his mouth as he thrusted his hips against yours, making his truck shake. You clawed at his belt like a wild animal, desperate to get his pants off.
He pulled back exasperated and yanked your pajama pants and underwear off in one go, before pulling you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. He undid his pants and shoved them down just enough to free himself. One of his hands held you up against his truck and the other lined himself up with you. A cool breeze chilled him. You bit your lip, dripping in anticipation. In a hard swing, Hopper bottomed out, warming himself inside you. He growled, your walls squeezing tightly around his cock.
You threw your head back. The metal of his truck was cold against your lower back, but your body was beginning to heat up in Jim’s grip so you didn’t mind. Your shirt was loose and hiking up with the help of Hopper’s wandering hands. “Move!” You whined loudly, your voice echoing off the nearby houses. Hopper shushed you before pulling out and thrusting into you again. “Gotta stay quiet,” he managed to get out, his voice stuttering as he filled you. It was dangerous what you were doing, but Hopper couldn’t get himself to stop.
You muffled a cry. Hopper started at a steady pace, his hands holding your ass up as he rutted against you. Your walls seized in pain as he filled you up beyond capacity. The truck began to rock slightly at Hopper’s brute strength. You knew you were going to be sore and bruised in the morning.
“Jesus, baby,” he whispered as his head fell into the crook of your neck.
You could barely get a response out, your words fumbling off your tongue in an incoherent manner. “Hopper—God—Keep going—Oh my God!”
One of Hopper’s hands squeezed your breast as he let out a moan, muffled by your hair and neck.
“I’m so close,” you mewled.
“Twice in one day?” He said in a dumbfounded tone. “Always hungry for more, hm?”
Your nails dug into his coat against his back, your legs pulling him into you. You nodded your head. “I want you time and time again.”
Hopper pulled his head back slightly. “Yeah?” A smirk danced on his lips and he placed a kiss along your jaw.
“God…” you panted, your breathing getting heavy. Jim leaned into you as he pushed you against the side of this truck, his body shielding you from the cold wind.
Your hands grabbed the side of Hopper’s jaw, your fingers clawing against his stubble. Jim’s eyes locked with yours and he began to pick up his speed. The sound of your body slamming against the metal of his truck traveled to your ears. You hoped no one could hear you two. But you weren’t going to stop now even if they could.
Swears tumbled off your tongue as you felt your walls tighten hard around Jim’s cock. He groaned in response, his eyes never leaving yours as he watched you unfold around him.
One of his hands came up to wrap around the back of your head, his fingers gliding through your hair, and he growled loudly as he expelled himself into you. You clung to his shoulders as you rode out your high, Hopper’s seed seeping deep inside of you as he continued to thrust. His fist tightened around your hair while he spilled what little he had left to give into you. Your walls had clamped down on him, making him groan loudly into the night. If anyone was going to hear something, Hopper’s growl would be it. Hopper briefly forgot where you both were, his moans booming out of his throat.
He slowly came to a stop and held you against him. Your cheeks felt hot to the touch. When Hopper gently set you back down, your legs almost gave out. You glanced at the small white puddle between your feet before Hopper handed you your shorts.
You heard your dad shouting your name, “Where are you?”
You looked up at Hopper in panic, “Shit, I have to go.” You turned to leave, not sure how you were going to explain to your dad what you were doing outside without a jacket or shoes. And you had no idea if he had heard anything. If he did, what were you going to say?
Hopper grabbed your wrist and spun you around before you could get too far. Just barely hidden from the sight of your dad, Hopper pulled you into him. You looked at him in confusion as he lowered his lips to yours. He kissed you soft and slow, melting his mouth against yours. You felt your heart flip, his hand still gripped on your wrist, his other on your cheek.
He pulled away with a subtle smile. You stared at him, shocked, until he pushed you, edging you to go to your father. You reluctantly turned around, still digesting what just happened. And you knew what he meant. Hopper wasn’t one with words. Instead, you had to read his actions to figure out what he was trying to say. And he wanted you to know that this was more than just some slutty hook-up. No, Chief Jim Hopper was falling for you. And hard.
