premise: hopper was many things, but a man of resistance when it came to you was not one of them.
pairing: jim hopper x (f)reader
word count: 653
warnings: eighteen+ content, consensual somnophilia, unprotected p in v, unmentioned age gap, pet names, wrote this with season one hopper in mind but imagine whichever look you wish, establish relationship, smallest amount of dirty talk.
etc: this is my first time writing for daddy hop which is very shocking to me and my whore self, but i hope the hopper babes enjoy it!
kinktober 03 | kinktober masterlist
It’s quiet when he walks in. A calm settled inside the small trailer, a stark contrast to all the noise and chaos of his day. The quiet almost weird to him, doing the opposite of what one should feel when they come home to it. He should be basking in the calm after the storm, but his body is still compressed. Nerves still making his fingertips itch for a cigarette.
The calm doesn’t hit him until he’s bypassed the living room. Leaving his hat and belt to occupy the rest of the scattered items on the coffee table. His figure moving down the hall to the master bedroom, when he steps in the doorway that’s when the calm comes.
When he sees you laid out on your stomach, blankets kicked off, cotton underwear on display as the old t-shirt you’re sporting has ridden up your stomach in your sleep. The slow rise and fall of your chest; that’s when he feels at ease. When the troubles of the day have completely deflated his body into something more than autopilot and caffeine.
Jim Hopper was many things, but a man of resistance when it came to you was not one of them.
Your relationship had taken the both of you by storm with how easy and quick it had formed. The attraction coming simply and the love following in abundance. As did the desire, the want, a need he forget could feel better than just a quick fuck with someone random he met at the corner bar.
You had become that calm that settled not only in his home but inside of his bones—and his cock.
Hopper loved taking you anyway you’d let him. He loved putting you in new positions, pushing your knees to your chest so he could watch you squirm and try to take all of him without fight.
He loved fucking you in his car, or on his desk when you’d bring him lunch.
He was a lucky man. A man whose cup never ran empty when it came to that throb in his cock.
But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like you most like this.
Ass in the air as if you knew he’d come home and find you like this. Like you knew his cock would grow hard and the strain from a hard day would not allow him to hesitate. To stop himself from taking what you’ve given him permission to have when he needed it, wanted it.
It’s why he doesn’t think twice in stripping from his clothes. From pulling your legs straight so he can climb on top of you, pull your panties off and easily slip inside of you.
A “fuck” whispered into your shoudler blade as he fills you. As he begins to move in the slowest of thrusts, pushing deeper and deeper as he does, letting your walls relinquish his tension of the day.
Give him what he so desperately needed from you right now.
When he finally fills you to the hilt, when you’re finally completely full of him and there’s a light smacking of his hips against your ass as he fucks you—that’s when you finally start to make noise.
Your noises of sleep turning into soft whimpers as he fucks you. As he softly grunts and breathes against your cheek, his weight at your back.
It takes a little longer than usual for you to come to. To finally open your eyes and your ass squirm up into him.
“Shh, shh,” he soothes. Pressing a line of kisses along your jaw. “I couldn’t help myself, you looked so pretty.”
Your pussy has already grown wet, is already taken him so well. It only takes a few seconds of comprehension for your body to alight with pleasure and join him in searching for that release.
“Had a long day,” he grunts. “I need to come, baby—need you.”
