Can you write a billy from stranger things smut? Like before he turns super super evil
Summer lovin' (Billy Hargrove)
Paring: Billy Hargrove x Hopper!reader
Summary: Jim hopper is so worried about what Mike could be doing with El, he doesn't realize what the town bad boy could be doing with his precious niece.
Warrings: Smut, unprotected sex, Billy checking the reader out, dirty talk, public sex, slight choking, rough sex? Implyed friends with benefits sorta
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The sun was high over Hawkins’ public pool, casting sharp reflections across the sparkling water. Hopper’s niece y/n moved through the lifeguard area with effortless grace, her red one-piece hugging every curve, the fabric leaving little to the imagination despite her best attempts at modesty. Billy Hargrove sat perched in his lifeguard tower across the pool, silver whistle clenched between his teeth, smirk tugging at his lips as the sunglasses he wore covered the fact he was watching her move.
Billy’s smirk widened as y/n bent over to pick up a stray towel. She gave him a perfect view of her ass. His eyes lingered just a fraction too long as unconsciously licked his lips, taking in the way her swimsuit framed her ass and the subtle peek of cleavage as she stretched. He leaned back slightly, letting his gaze trace her curves instead of the cannon ball contest happening in the pool below.
As y/n stood up, adjusting her swimsuit straps, Billy's eyes dropped to her full breasts, barely contained by the red fabric. He imagined what it would look like if he reached out and tugged the top part of that suit down, letting those perfect tits spill out. He bit his lip, the fantasy getting more vivid by the second. He could almost taste those hard little peaks, could practically feel the weight of them in his hands. He shifted in his seat, his swim trunks getting tighter around his growing erection. Fuck, he needed to calm down.
Just then, a kid cannonballed into the pool, splashing water everywhere and snapping Billy out of his dirty daydream. He scowled, looking away from y/n for a moment to shout at the kids. “Hey! Watch it, you little shits!”
Billy pushed his sunglasses back up his nose as his eyes lingered back on where the chief of police's niece once was. She had then disappeared into the employees only area, his eyes lingering on her retreating form. Damn, she had the best fucking ass he’d ever seen. He shifted again, trying to get comfortable, but his dick was rock hard and throbbing against his swim trunks.
After a few more minutes of watching the kids, Billy decided he needed a break. He stood up, whistling sharply to get one of the other lifeguards' attention. “Cover for me for a bit, will ya?”
Billy doesn't waste any time walking towards that door. Booking it like a man on a mission, not giving a damn about the middle aged moms ogling him in the same way he had done to y/n. He pushed the employees only door - a grunt rumble in his throat. He watched y/n bend over in front of the vending machine to retrieve her cherry coke. Fuck, that red swimsuit framed her ass perfectly. He could see the curve of her thighs and the way the fabric clung to her cheeks. His cock throbbed painfully against his swim trunks as he stepped closer without thinking.
As y/n turned around, startled to see Billy standing so close, his eyes immediately dropped to her chest. She could feel the heat radiating off of him - and of course her eyes fluttered up and down his chest. She was just as subtle as he was. That was their game - poking and prodding, but never crossing the line.
He reached out, bracing his palm against the vending machine next to her head. He stepped closer, his bare chest brushing against her covered breasts. Her breath hitched as his hard length pressed into her stomach as he leaned down to murmur in her ear. “Need something sweet, huh?” His voice was low and rough, sending shivers down her spine.
“couldn't get my hands on you, so this will have to do” y/n said, without missing a beat as lust and mischief clouded her pretty eyes.
Billy's smirk turned into a full blown grin at her comment. Fuck, she was killing him slowly with this back-and-forth flirting. He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ve got something sweet right here”
He pressed his hips forward slightly, letting her feel the full hardness of his cock through his swim trunks. Her standing so close in that tiny fucking swimsuit wasn't helping. Y/n's eyes darkened with desire as she felt his length press against her. She knew she shouldn't encourage him, but damn, it was hard to resist. She looked up at him, her lips curved into a smirk. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he growled softly, his hand coming up to grip her hip possessively. He ground against her slightly, letting her feel every inch of his throbbing erection. “Something long and thick that’ll hit all the right spots” His other hand reached up to trace her bottom lip with his thumb.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Mm, sounds delicious” she tilted her head, her face inching closer to his - just enough that their noses almost touched. She knew she was poking the bear, teasing the boy everyone feared.
Billy's breath hitched as she tilted her head, their faces inches apart. Fuck, she was gorgeous close up like this. Those big doe eyes full of mischief and desire staring back at him. Without thinking, he leaned in even closer until their lips were almost touching. “Wanna taste?”
Just before his lips even grazed hers she pulled back, a smirk tugging at her lips. “I think I'm good with my coke,” she pulled back fully, biting down on her lip to prevent a full blown grin to appear. “it's cherry flavored and all, can't pass it up”
Billy stared at her for a moment, stunned by her sudden retreat. Fuck, she had him by the balls and she knew it. He watched as she took a long sip of her soda, those pretty pink lips wrapping around the upper part of the bottle. His dick throbbed painfully at the sight. “Don't fuck with me right now” He took a step closer again, his voice dropping.
“maybe you should go and get some sun,” y/n responded - that tone just screamed spoiled brat. She plucked his sunglasses off his face, revealing those stony blue eyes. “it's good for you” she put his sunglasses on and slipped out from between him and the vending machine.
“Goddamn it” he growled under his breath, watching her hips sway in that fucking red swimsuit as she walked away. He was hard as a rock and she was acting all innocent like she didn't know what she was doing to him.
He stormed out of the employees-only area, his swim trunks tenting obscenely. He didn't give a fuck who saw him - he needed to cool off and fast. He dove into the pool, submerging himself completely. The cold water did nothing to ease his erection though. Billy finally surfaced. He wiped the water from his face, his eyes immediately scanning the pool area for y/n. When he spotted her sitting on that lifeguard tower - his sunglasses on and her legs crossed, his resolve broke. Fuck it, he thought. Two could play this game.
He strode over to the edge of the pool, his hips rolling with each step. He gripped the edge of the pool, his arms bulging as he pulled himself up. Water dripped down his torso, running into the deep V of his hips. He saw y/n's eyes drop to his chest, his sunglasses hiding her expression. But he knew she was looking. He unconsciously flexed his muscles, water droplets sliding down his chest. He was aware of how his swim trunks hung low on his hips, showing off his body.
He saw her bite her lip, her legs uncrossing and recrossing beneath her. He smirked, knowing she was affected. Slowly, deliberately, he ran a hand through his wet hair, pushing it back from his face. His abs contracting with the movement.
Finally, he couldn’t take it. Y/n hoped down from the tower, switching shifts with Heather Holloway. In a flash of reckless energy, Billy grabbed her hand mid-stride and dragged her toward the empty locker room, the thrum of tension between them palpable. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving only the faint echo of dripping water and their heavy breaths.
The locker room was dim and empty, the only sound being the dripping of water from their wet bodies. Billy pressed y/n against the lockers, his hands gripping her hips possessively. “You think you can play me like that?” He growled, pressing his hard body against hers.
A small smirk tugs at her lips as she shrugs. “I suppose”
“Fucking brat,” He murmured hotly, his hands sliding down to grip her ass possessively. “You're asking for it,” His voice dropped lower, his hips grinding against hers suggestively. He could feel her small body pressing back against him instinctively. “You like fucking with me?”
He lifted her up abruptly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the lockers. His kiss was intense, almost violent, his tongue dominating hers. His hands gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back to deepen the kiss. He was completely lost in the moment, all rational thought forgotten. His hips pressed into hers, his hardness grinding against her center through their swimsuits. He groaned into her mouth, biting her bottom lip hard. He was so fucking hard it hurt. He needed to fuck her right then and there.
“are you gonna fuck me or not?”
Billy's eyes darkened at her blunt question. He pulled back just enough to growl, “Shut up and spread your legs” His hands were already pushing her swimsuit down roughly. He didn't care about being gentle right now. He needed to be inside her immediately.
He pushed her swimsuit all the way down, exposing her bare pussy to him. He didn't waste any time, grabbing her thighs and pulling them apart roughly. His cock was already throbbing and leaking prep inside his swim trunks. He pushed the fabric down just enough to free his hard length. He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit a few times, making her shiver. Without warning, he thrust inside her hard and deep, filling her in one brutal motion. He didn't give her time to adjust, immediately starting to move his hips in rough, pounding thrusts.
“fuck! Billy!” y/n cried out, tugging at his damp hair.
“Shut the fuck up,” He snapped, his hand covering her mouth to muffle any more noises. He fucked her aggressively against the lockers, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the empty room. His balls slapped against her ass with each deep thrust.
She groaned desperately against his palm, her eyes fluttering. Billy's thrusts grew even more forceful at the sensation of her nails digging into his skin. He was fucking her so hard the lockers started to rattle. His cock was throbbing inside her tight pussy, hitting her walls deeply with each thrust. “You tease me,” he grunted. “All. The. Fucking. Time”
“So I'm gonna fuck this little pussy until you can’t even walk straight,” He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he slammed into her. “what would your chief of police say? If he saw his precious little niece hobbling around because I fucked you so good”
Y/n moaned louder against his hand, the filthy words turning her on even more. She knew she should tell him to shut up but God, the idea of her uncle Hop finding out how roughly Billy was fucking her was so wrong... But maybe hot? Not like Hopper would find out, he didn't have to worry about y/n. He's getting gray hairs making sure El's door is open 3 inches because Mike is over all time now. If someone as sweet as Mike Wheeler could almost give Jim Hopper a heart attack, God only knows what someone like Billy Hargrove would do to him.
Billy's thrusts grew even more brutal, his mind racing with dirty thoughts of Hopper finding out his precious niece was getting pounded by the town's bad boy. The idea only fueled his aggression. He pulled his hand away from her mouth to slap her ass hard, leaving a red handprint.
“Your uncle would lose his fucking mind if he knew I was fucking his little niece against these lockers,” He growled, his pace relentless. “He thinks that funkin' Wheeler kid is a bad influence? He should see how fucking well my cock fits in his precious y/n's pussy”
A desperate moan fell from her lips. Only Billy would turn something she told him confidence into dirty talk - Last time she told him anything.
“That's right, princess,” Billy sneered, his hips snapping forward harshly. “You're such a good girl, always doing what your uncle tells you. But look at you now, getting fucked raw by the town's bad boy against the lockers” He slapped her ass again, the sound echoing loudly.
Y/n's head fell forward, his teeth latching on to his tattooed shoulder. “B-billy”
“Fuck, you're gonna make me come” He groaned, his cock throbbing violently inside her tight channel. The idea of Hopper discovering this was making him fucking wild. He reached down and slapped her clit roughly, knowing it would make her scream louder into his shoulder.
“You know what else your uncle would freak out about?” He panted against her neck, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “The fact that I'm not just fucking you... I'm fucking your brains out. I'm the worst thing that could happen to his little princess”
“Oh, fuck off” y/n said breathlessly, her head falling back against the cool lockers.
“You love it,” He countered, his hand wrapping around her throat gently, not squeezing but the threat was there. “You love being fucked by a bastard like me. Admit it”
Before she could respond the door to the locker room opened and Heather called out y/n's name. “Y/n?” her eyes widened as Billy kept moving. She bit her lip, thanking God they were covered by the row of lockers.
Billy's eyes gleamed with malicious excitement as Heather's voice echoed into the locker room. He didn't stop thrusting, if anything, he moved faster, quieter. “well?” he whispered so only she could here. “it's rude to ignore someone…”
She cleared her throat, trying everything in her power to sound not completely wrecked. What made matters worse? She was so, so close - tears in the corner of her eyes close. But she responded anyway. “y-yeah?”
He heard the shakiness in her voice and smirked, knowing she was close. He deliberately slowed down his thrusts to a torture pace, making her whimper silently. On the other side of the lockers, Heather was getting suspicious. “You alright?” She asked, her voice closer.
“Y-yes! Just my locker got jammed” y/n quickly responded, her hips arching in hopes he'd pick up the pace again.
Billy suppressed a laugh at her desperate expression. He could feel her so close to the edge. He pulled out almost completely before sliding back in slowly, making her bite back a moan. He could hear Heather's footsteps approaching the row of lockers they were hiding behind. “Need help?” Heather asked.
“N-no!” she said a little too quickly as her vision went stary and the tight knot in her stomach snapped. “I'll meet you out there when I'm done, a-alright?”
Billy watched her face contort in a silent scream as she came, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He couldn't believe how fucking hot she looked like this. He wanted to keep fucking her through her whole damn orgasm. He heard Heather huff before her footsteps faded away. Once he knew Heather was gone, Billy picked up the pace again, fucking her hard and fast like he had been before. He buried his face in her neck to muffle his moans as he came inside of her. “Goddamn” he breathed out, pulling out and fixing his swim trunks.
He leaned against the locker, catching his breath. He watched as she leaned against the locker, her legs shaking. She looked like she'd been thoroughly fucked, and he loved it. He watched her pull her swimsuit back up and over her breasts hiding the wet spot that was probably soaking through. “You alright?”
“wouldn't you like to know” y/n mumbled, tugging at the suit around her hips and made sure it fit comfortably around her ass.
Billy rolled his eyes, pushing off the locker. He walked over to her and smacked her ass hard. “Don't be a brat. I just fucked you senseless. You're welcome by the way” He smirked arrogantly.
Y/n rolled her eyes. He just chuckled, walking out of the locker room without a care in the world. He heard her mutter something under her breath that sounded a lot like “asshole” before she followed after him. He smirked to himself, knowing she'd follow him anywhere. Especially after he just gave her the best fuck of her life.
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Melvald’s General Store smelled like coffee, dust, and floor cleaner. Joyce moved down the narrow aisle, restocking shelves while Hopper trailed behind her like a storm cloud in a flannel shirt.
Hopper rubbed a hand over his face, already worked up.
“And then El, she just… slams the door,” He shook his head, mustache bristling. “Right in my face”
Joyce didn’t look up. “Uh-huh?”
“You know, it is that smug son of a bitch, Mike,” Hopper continued, voice dropping into a growl. “He’s corrupting her, I’m telling you,” He scoffed. “And I’m just gonna lose it! I mean, I am gonna lose it, Joyce”
Joyce sighed, pushing a box of batteries into place. “Just take it down, Hop”
“I need for them to break up”
She stopped and turned to him. “That is not your decision”
“They’re spending entirely too much time together,” Hopper said, pointing vaguely, as if Mike Wheeler were hiding behind the canned goods. He followed Joyce as she moved again. “You agree with me about that, right?”
“Well…” Joyce hesitated. “They’re just kissing, right?”
“Yeah, but it is constant,” Hopper groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “It is constant, okay? That is not normal. That’s just not healthy”
Joyce shrugged lightly. “You can’t just force them apart. I mean, they’re not little kids anymore, Hop. They’re teenagers. If you order them around like a cop, they’re gonna rebel. It’s just what they do”
Hopper huffed. “I never had to worry about y/n like this… still don’t,” He shook his head, almost proud. “She’s smart. Responsible”
Joyce paused again, giving him a look.
“Jim…”
“What?”
“Didn't you say she’s been coming home late a lot this summer?”
Hopper waved it off immediately. “She’s got a job. Two jobs, technically. Lifeguarding, swimming less-”
“At the pool” Joyce said carefully.
“Yeah. The pool”
Joyce leaned against the shelf, folding her arms. “And you’ve never once wondered why she suddenly loves working doubles?”
Hopper opened his mouth, then stopped.
Joyce tilted her head. “You know, it’s funny. You’re worried about Mike Wheeler corrupting El… meanwhile your responsible niece is very good at not getting caught”
Hopper frowned. “Getting caught doing what?”
Joyce raised an eyebrow. “That’s the question, isn’t it?”
The bell over the door jingled as a customer walked in, but Hopper barely noticed. His jaw tightened, suspicion slowly creeping in.
“…She wouldn’t,” he muttered, more to himself than Joyce. “She knows better”
Joyce gave him a small, sympathetic smile.
“They always do,” she said. “Until they don’t”
Hopper stood there, arms crossed, staring at nothing - completely unaware that somewhere across town, his other “little girl” was doing exactly what she wanted, and getting away with every second of it.
He's got those broad, thick, shoulders, wiry brown hair curling over the plane of his soft chest and darkening against his full belly. Sure you love cuddling with him 'cause he's like a fuckin bear, he's big and warm and soft and hairy and you can burrow your nose into his chest and smell him without deodorant or cologne. just him, he smells warm and musky and a little bit like sweat, in a good way.
you can wrap both your legs around one of his, you can sling your arms around his stomach and they won't meet behind his back, you can cling to him like a little tree frog while he snores away beside you. sometimes he rolls over in his sleep and it's like he doesn't even register that you're there, he just rolls and god help you if you get stuck under him because you're gonna have to fight for your life to weasel your way out. world's heaviest sleeper, you could probably smack him across the face and he'd stay snoring. your arm is gonna be numb in the morning but the pressure is so nice so you don't even care.
he's stocky from head to toe, muscle on his arms and legs, a layer of pudge over his stomach that you tease him about only because it thickens in the winter like he's storing warmth for the cold season. your favorite pastime is sticking your hands under his shirt and pressing them into his belly, just holding them there and letting his body heat warm you. his arms are the size of your fuckin head, you love nestling your face into his side, the crown of your head tucked into his armpit while he crushes you between his torso and his bicep. it's your favorite place to be and you kind of hope one day he does crush you so that you can die there. you're right where you wanna be.
his thighs, jesus, tree trunks that you grab all over while you're on your knees blowing him. you're clutching at them, you're wrapping your hands around them as far as they'll go, you're pulling your mouth off of his cock to duck beneath it and bite at his thighs like you're tearing into a turkey leg. he's quick to redirect you when he's desperate for a release but sometimes he lets you get distracted by his thighs or by the thick mass of hair curling above his cock. it smells even more musky than the rest of him does, more sweaty, more warm, more him and burying your face into it tickles your cheeks and makes your sex throb.
his cock is fat. it's fat, it's not short but it's not super long. but it's fat, wide, girthy, thick, whatever you want to call it. it's wide enough around that it burns when he pushes inside of you because even three of his big thick fingers tends to be a little shy of what you need to be comfortable. it's an obscene sight, watching your sex get stretched impossibly tight around his absolute monster cock, and he always leaves you feeling insanely empty once he finally pulls out.
you know he's big, but you really get a demonstration whenever he takes you from the back. whether he's fucking your ass or your cunt, his weight is on you, and especially when you're doing it against the mattress or in a tight space like a quickie in a janitor's closet, you're just crushed by his heft every time. You can support your weight on your hands and knees but if he's got you face-down on your belly? god, all of his weight is pressing down on you and making his cock feel that much better inside your guts. you can hardly breathe, but it's worth it for the way that you can't move beneath him. you're totally pinned, and the feeling of helplessness (though you wouldn't move if you could) makes everything ten times better. pressed up against the wall in a tight spot? he's crammed against you, the position almost painful as he fucks you against a wall. but it's the only privacy you've got, and you feel his stomach pressing hard into the curve of your back while his cock prods at you from behind. He's got his mouth on your neck and his beard is rawing the skin there, he's got his hands around your stomach to pull you onto his cock with every thrust, and he's so hefty you feel suffocated in the best way. he's crowding you, in every inch of your space, and you desperately arch back into him to feel more of his body against yours.
oh nothing just. riding hopper on the couch after a long day at work and he’s absolutely exhausted. far too tired for anything more than just sitting there and letting you use him. one hand lazily guiding your hips and the other on a half drank beer. probably got the football game or something on in the background but he’s not watching it. not really. he’s far more interested in the way you swallow his cock deep inside you, the way you breath catches when your clit rubs for a second against the rough hair dusting around his base, the way you clench around him when he mumbles little praises— all of that is much more interesting than the colts game droning on in the background.
A slumber party, you'd said. Jane wants a slumber party. He knows he's not going to survive this. Especially when he comes home and you're wearing his t-shirt. Thigh highs. A steamy hookup is in order.
Cw: smut, 18+, mdni, age gap (20s/40s), reader is horny af for Jim, fucking the babysitter, oral sex (both receiving), cum swallowing, fingering, teasing, manhandling, size kink, in which Hop is used to being dominant but greedily accepts reader's demands, reader is a bit of a brat, lots of tit talk, he steals your panties, Hopper's build is season 5 Hop bc 🤤, p in v sex, unprotected sex, reader is down bad for Jim and wants more, reader cries, Hopper is in for a long night with multiple orgasms, reader falls asleep on his beefy chest 😮💨
...why can't that be me?
Anyway. I so enjoyed this one and am tempted to do more with this? Idk.
Late nights after some of those scary moments with Jane were enough to make Hopper call in a favor.
You're a nice girl.
Old enough to drink, as he'd seen you at a bar before.
He knows your dad. Knows that you'd be trustworthy. Knows that your pops owes him about a dozen favors.
The first time he allows you over to meet Jane, he stays. He stays because he doesn't trust anyone - not after the lab and all this shit - but he realizes that you're good company; is pleased with how kind you are to Jane - how much you try to make a connection despite the age difference.
So he asks you over again.
Asks you to pick her up on days he's late at the station.
You're his first call.
It's becoming so bad, he makes you a spare key.
"If it's not a bother, would you come over tonight to keep an eye on Jane?" He's trying his best not to sound desperate over the phone line, but it's a tough night and he needs this support.
"Of course, Chief! No problem. What time do you need me?"
"Uhhhh...now would be great."
Your little laugh on the other line makes him feel filthy for thinking naughty things.
...so you're cute, what of it?
"Already grabbing my keys. What time should I expect you?"
"Late, unfortunately."
"Like...ten?"
"Eleven, if I'm lucky."
"And how many hours is that today, big guy?"
He holds back a groan, breathes deep, feigns unfazed by the nickname.
"Oh, I'm way over. Just waiting on these idiot big wigs to finish their yapping. I'll cut out when I can. Just...make sure she does some of those flashcards and get her something that's not loaded with sugar for dinner."
"Yes, sir."
You do it on purpose, he's convinced. Toying with him. Always stepping so close to some line, but never crossing it.
He likes it. Likes how you call him Jim, how your pretty lips curl up into a smile every time he walks through the door, how you follow his instructions to a T, how he pays you for babysitting but you always pretend to make an issue out of it before swiping his cash.
"Hey, I do have a favor to ask you, though, if you have a minute?"
Hopper bites back the urge to say "anything"
"Sure, yeah."
"I...kinda promised Jane that next time I watched her, we'd do the whole slumber party thing since she rarely gets to. Is...that okay?"
His mouth goes dry.
You.
Sleeping under the same roof.
How fucked, he thinks. How absolutely filthy he is for immediately thinking impure thoughts.
His silence startles you into speaking again.
"I am so sorry. I should have asked you before making promises. It's okay, I will clear it up with her and we can...-"
"No, no, sorry, just, uh...caught up in work. Yeah, that's...that's fine with me. Sure."
"Oh my God, thanks, Jim." You breathe, relieved on the other line. "Jesus, you're scary sometimes."
"Am I?" He cant help the lilt in his voice, the flirtation coming right though.
"Yes! You are..."
"I'll try to dial it back for you."
"Good. 11:00?"
"11:00...ish."
"Be safe tonight."
"Always."
When the line goes dead, Hopper runs a hand down his face, groans, tells himself to get a grip, and tries to focus on work.
•••
10:23 he's pulling up to the cabin, relieved to see your car safely parked, cabin lights low, curtains closed.
He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about you all night.
Door's locked. Good.
He inserts the key, twists, opens the door to see your surprised expression.
He fails at hiding his surprise.
You.
His shirt.
Thigh highs.
Tiny shorts.
"You weren't supposed to be home yet," you seem a bit...embarrassed, maybe?
He can't tell. Can barely tear his eyes away from your thighs.
"I spilled," Jane speaks up, holding a bottle of cranberry juice.
"Wore my pajamas here, didn't think to bring a change," you try to shrug off.
"Her clothes are in the wash now," Jane explains.
"I just grabbed something, I hope you don't mind. Jane's stuff is too small for me."
Those shorts are pretty small, he wants to comment.
"I planned to be in bed before you got home," you admit quietly. "Sorry we broke into your wardrobe."
Hopper waves it off, agrees to eat the pasta you made for Jane, sits at the table with the chair scooted in to purposefully cover his erection.
Popcorn. Movie. Your legs pulled up on the couch.
You're. A. Sight.
He's pretending to watch the TV from his spot at the table, but he can't stop staring at you.
Those legs, damn it. He wants to run his hands up them, squeeze, get you nice and comfortable in his lap before he slides those tiny shorts to the side and...-
"I'm going to bed," Jane announces as the credits roll.
Oh. Shit.
Hopper glances at the newspaper on the table as you walk by, grab his bowl with a, "you done?"
"Hm? Yeah."
You begin the dishes, in those damn thigh highs. And Hopper tries to not lose himself in fantasies.
You had to know what you were doing to him, right?
"Was work as bad as you expected?" Your voice breaks through the silent room and his loud brain.
He laughs. "It's work, isn't it always?"
"Not always."
"Oh, yeah? Not all of us get paid to have slumber parties in tiny little get ups."
The words slip from him before he realizes.
You quirk a brow at him, finish washing his bowl, touch a damp hand to his shirt you're in.
"This is tiny?"
You're right. You're swimming in it, you just tucked it in to the top of those damn shorts. He hadn't noticed, had been too distracted by your legs to see how long the sleeves of his t-shirt were on you; how wide the arms were.
You untuck, let it flow down. It's somehow almost worse now - more intimate feeling.
He bites his tongue, ogles at you, holds back a groan that only comes out as a deep exhale.
"I'm sure what you came in with was adorable," he teases.
"It was. And now it's stained," you deadpan.
You throw the towel at him, laugh, sit beside him at the table.
When he fishes in his pocket for his wallet, you watch with a humored expression.
"Reminds me..." he slaps cash on the table, like he always does for you.
And you roll your eyes and push it away, like you always do for him.
"Tonight was nothing. I did some flashcards with her, made some pasta, and turned on a movie. C'mon, Hop."
"Mm...take it. I owe you a new outfit."
You smirk. "Maybe I'll just take this one home with me."
And you catch his expression shift slightly, your eyes inspecting his face before you stand, touch his shoulder, make your way to Jane's door.
He thinks you're going to bed, wonders if you made a nest of blankets on the floor or took that ratty sleeping bag out of storage; wonders if he could convince you to take his bed. He'd take the couch; would happily stay awake haunted by the thought of you between his sheets.
Completely distracted with this fantasy, he misses that you'd closed her door, were walking back to him.
"I have another favor to ask, Jim..." your voice is whispered and he is so hooked.
"What's that, sweetheart?" He can't help but lean into the flirtation, drown in his lust for you.
"Touch me."
This time he can't hold back. His sharp inhale gives him away.
You're even closer now, and he instinctively moves the chair back to make room for you.
His fingers hook at your hips, pulling you in.
"Where?"
"Anywhere," you whisper, drawing even closer. "I tried to keep this at bay, but when Jane let me go through your shirts..."
You pause, play with the collar of his uniform, go sheepish.
"Tell me."
You look pointedly at him.
"I've had this crush for so long, Jim. And...I know this could ruin everything and I'm sorry if it's too much."
His fingers dip beneath the fabric of the shirt and he bites his tongue at how responsive you are to his simple touch.
You hiss an inhale, dig your nails gently into his neck.
He watches every move with hungry eyes.
"God...you're down bad, huh?" He teases quietly.
You look lusty and heated before saying,
"May I?"
Always the good girl.
"Sit," he demands.
You draw closer, hesitant but bold, and he moans when you straddle him instead.
Your expression shifts when you feel his hard cock.
Surprise and arousal look good on you, he thinks.
"Can't help myself around you," he admits. "Taken a lot of self-control."
"Then let go."
With you looking up at him like that, those curious eyes, the parted lips, the lust he can practically taste...he folds.
Temptation is a bitch.
His hands trail up your back, lifting the shirt slightly. He goes slack-jawed when he feels no bra on you.
"It's a sleepover," you tease. "Gotta be comfy."
"Jesus Christ..." he practically growls, lifting the shirt completely to see your perfect tits.
His hands fondle you before he takes a pretty nipple in his mouth, trails a tongue around.
You grind against him almost instinctively, needing more.
When you grip his hair and pull, he cant help the groan that leaves him.
Again, you yank, and he pops his mouth off of you, pulls back, only for you to capture his mouth in a needy kiss.
Fingers running through his hair, you grind against him, nibble at his lower lip.
And, God, didn't he know you'd be like this?
He can feel the precum beading at the tip of his cock from how you're grinding on him.
Fuck, he wants you.
Your hands drift down his belly, to his slacks.
You love the feel of him in your hands; how hard he is, how big.
With you fondling him like this, he can't help but lift his hips into your grasp, lean his head back at the pleasure of you finally touching him.
A noise startles the both of you, you almost falling off his lap in an attempt to stand, but he doesn't let you go; though your shirt falls back into place, to his dismay.
The sound was from outside, the wind blowing the trash can over.
Jane's door stays closed.
Wordlessly, Hopper lifts you, carries you across the room to the bathroom where he hoists you on the vanity.
You gape at him as you're closed in together.
"Kid sleeps like a rock," he informs. "She comes knocking, I'll tell her I took ya home," he mumbles into your neck.
"...my car's out front."
Oh, shit.
"You really wanna worry about that now?"
Hopper's big shoulders are suddenly at your knees as he crouches for you.
In awe, you shake your head.
You hadn't planned on the night going like this, but the feelings had been there. Being in his room, digging through his wardrobe...the shirt smelled like him, damn it, and it consumed your thoughts from the moment you slid it on.
His fingers pull at those tiny shorts, urging you to lift yourself just enough to yank them down your warm skin.
An appreciative hum fills the space as Hopper's lips kiss their way up your thighs.
Daydreams paled in comparison to the look of you - all flustered for him - spreading those pretty legs as he feels how wet you are through your panties.
He pulls them off you and pockets them - of course he does.
"Who's stealing wardrobes now?"
"Only fair," he mutters against your skin.
You'd like to come back with something quippy, but you're thrown off balance by him draping your legs over his shoulders, pulling you to the edge of the sink, and putting his mouth on your pussy.
A deep groan - almost growl - leaves him and it vibrates through you so intensely, you can't help but buck toward him.
A slick tongue swipes between your folds, lapping greedily at you.
An unzipping sound surprises you. Peeking an eye open, you ogle at the sight of him.
On his knees for you, pretty legs draped over him, his forearm muscles tensing as he pulls out his thick cock, starts stroking harshly.
You moan.
He stops.
"Shut up," he snaps quietly. "You wanna get caught? Huh?" His hand is still working himself, but his attention to you is gone.
"Wait, Jim. Don't stop."
He pauses, stares up at you.
"Beg."
"Huh?"
"I. Said. Beg. Me. For. It."
The defiance in your eyes humors him.
God, he wants to keep you.
"No? Fine, then." He makes a scene of standing up, loves the way your eyes drift down to his cock. "I'll just paint you instead."
Distracted by the view, your thighs press together now that he's no longer between them. You're dripping. Swollen. Needy.
He watches you adjust for stimulation.
"Off. Don't wanna get your new wardrobe dirty," he flicks at the hem with his free hand.
He's surprised you follow instructions this time.
Completely bare for him, minus the thigh highs, you think this is slightly unfair.
"You, too. Strip," you urge, reaching for the buttons of his uniform.
He huffs a laugh, shakes his head. "I don't think so, sweetheart."
You slowly prop a leg up beside yourself; exposed, fingers dancing up until you're practically playing with yourself.
His eyes are locked on you. You, open and dripping and waiting for him.
"I said anything. You want anything, you strip."
A beat passes between you, defiance flaring in his eyes, but you notice his jerking doesn't stop.
Slowly, you slip a finger inside of yourself, putting on a show for him - wondering who will break first.
Hopper feels the precum dotting on his tip, groans when his fist pumps it over his corona.
Fuck.
"Fine."
A momentary pause, Hop removes his uniform- loves that you slipped another finger inside yourself, how slow and purposefully you're moving. He believes this is how he'll get you to cum.
"God, you're perfect..." you whisper out, staring at his body.
"That's the last demand you'll get, you brat."
"I'm all yours."
His kisses are all hunger, all need, and you match them eagerly.
"Want my cock in you," he mutters, grips your neck. "But not yet."
He guides you down, grabs a fistful of your hair, and shoves you to your knees.
You ache from the floor, but the quiet breaths Hop lets out every time you deep throat makes up for the discomfort.
You want to be so full of him, want to come on his cock, but you're grateful for any attention he gives you, would thank him if your mouth weren't full.
"That's it, take it," it's barely a breath he lets out but you're fueled by the dirty words leaving him.
He's fucking into your mouth, careful not to be too loud. Your fingers work at your clit, dip your middle finger inside, grind against your palm.
Your attention to his dick falters just momentarily, but he notices.
When he sees you playing with yourself, he feels his balls tighten.
"Oh, fuck, look at you...so damn desperate for me."
You can't help but gasp for a breath as you reach your peak, rutting against your cupped palm as Hopper watches with eager eyes.
"Oh, fuck..." when your tongue trails on the underside of his cock, he can't hold back.
You swallow, eyes watering, some of his cum dripping down your swollen lips and beading down your tits.
Breathless, he watches you as you rush to stand, eyes darting to the doorway.
Slow to the take, Hopper hears Jane,
"You in there? I forgot to have you braid my hair!"
"Just brushing my teeth. I'll meet you in there."
"Okay!"
Well, fuck...
He grips you from behind as you're cleaning yourself off, then pulling his t-shirt back over your naked body, your shorts on without the panties he pocketed.
You wash your hands then brush your teeth with Hopper fondling your body. He's almost soft in this moment, his large arms a comfort, big body holding you tightly together. You could get used to it.
"You come right back," he warns.
"Yes, sir."
He lets out a growl that he always holds back when you say that.
"Need to feel you come. Not on your fingers this time. Let's see where I let you, hm?"
He points you toward the doorway, waits to hear you close Jane's door before starting up the shower.
Exhaustion plagues him, but tonight he eagerly awaits your return.
You take too long.
He's showered and dressed before he decides he can't wait in here anymore.
He decides to take the shirt back off for you, is humored by your comment..."you're perfect..." had anyone ever said that to him before? He was pretty sure not.
So, you're broken, he figures, absolutely cracked. Noted.
Leaning back in his chair in the living room, he tries to not let the exhaustion take over just yet; hopes to get a little more from you.
Jane's hair braided, an offer to make waffles in the morning, and you stay until she's soundly sleeping.
You couldn't rest right now anyway, still processing what just happened between you and Jim.
Quietly, you tiptoe out of the room, close the door behind you, and are unfazed seeing Jim snoring in the chair.
Probably bad for his back, you think, but the guy needs rest.
Draping a blanket over him, you grab another from the basket in the corner, flick off the kitchen lights, and curl up on the couch.
It isn't long until Hopper wakes, uncomfortable, and finds you cuddled up on his couch.
He takes a few minutes to watch, hoping you wake on your own, but his morning wood is highly distracting.
Slowly, he makes his way over, thinks better of his next move, and glances the way of Jane's room.
He shouldn't. He knows. It's filthy and wrong, but when was the last time he felt this good?
He couldn't wait. He couldn't.
Lifting you with ease, he hears your startled inhale, turns to carry you like some prize into his bedroom. Closes the door.
His intentions partly to move you to a more comfortable bed, partly more vulgar.
When he sets you on his bed, your eyes are wide open.
Sleepy looks cute on you, too, he thinks.
"I've already made my move, what's yours?" He whispers.
Wordlessly, you remove your shorts and thigh highs.
He strips, too, can't deal with more talk right now - if this gets interrupted by Jane he'll be mortified.
He cant risk the dirty talk right now, so he bites his tongue, climbs on top of you, loves how your hands are instantly on his skin.
You're still wet and ready for him.
He should probably wrap it - you're so young and probably fucking fertile - but he can't think more on that right now, as the blood has fully rushed to his cock.
He drags his cockhead along your wetness, kisses your mouth with such ferocity, you feel wanted and eager.
And then he's shoving himself into you and he's so damn thick, it takes a few gentle thrusts to get adjusted.
But the sound he makes in the back of his throat; quiet - barely there - you can't help but grip his big shoulders.
Hopper takes his time, partly because of how good it feels, partly because he's worried the bed will creak.
His back starts to hurt from the chair, but he doesn't want to admit that to you, so he demands, "want you on top. Want to watch those pretty tits."
Awkwardly, you two rearrange yourselves - nothing like porn, nothing smooth like maybe he used to. The bed is only so big, so he rolls beside you, attempts to keep your bodies connected, and lets you climb on top of him.
You doing the work does wonders for his back.
The moonlight glows through the curtains and - fuck - what a sight you are.
His fingers dig into the fleshy parts of your body, move you along on his cock. He's biting back moans at the way you ride him - clearly a good choice to have you top. Your movements are smooth, youthful and without pain. He could get used to this.
Your hands haven't stopped fondling him, he notices. Tracing across his wide chest, squeezing his big arms, running down his belly, playing with his pecs. He feels heated at the way you ogle at him.
And then you're leaning forward, pressing naked tits to him, kissing him softly on the mouth before peppering kisses to his neck and pecs.
A slight shift in your breathing. He hears it before he really feels you - you're so fucking wet it's dripping down his shaft and to his balls - the damn sheets will be wet.
You're. Close.
And - damn it - if you cum on his cock while fondling him like this, riding him so smooth...he might not be able to hold back. A moment of panic fills him, but you're nipping at his skin and he's back in the present moment.
"Cum for me, sweetheart..." he hums in your ear.
His deep voice, his demand, is what pushes you over the edge.
Your muscles are fucking squeezing his cock with every flutter of your orgasm. Being able to feel your pleasure sends a shiver down Hopper's spine.
He tries to hold back, tries to shove back the urgency, but you're still cumming and he's floored by this.
"Honey..." His gasp comes out a bit louder than he anticipated, with his ears ringing and his orgasm nearing.
"In me. Please. Please. I'm on the pill."
Immediately. Immediately, he's tilting his head back and pounding up into you, filling you deep.
He swears softly under his breath, quiet gasps leaving him as you rest yourself against his beefy chest.
You stay like this, listening to his heartbeat slow, letting him grope and fondle you, feeling his cock softening. You don't want to move, don't want to pop this bubble of intimacy.
Tears fill your eyes as you lay there, clinging to him.
You pepper open-mouthed kisses along his skin, memorize every moment you can.
Hopper's hands on you, he feels your breathing change, though you're hiding it.
"What's the matter?" His deep voice is laced with exhaustion. You're pretty sure you're addicted to how he sounds with your ear pressed against his naked chest.
"M'sorry. M'fine," you shake your head.
"Did I do somethin' wrong?" The fear in his voice gives you pause.
You look at him, handsome in the moon glow.
"No, God, no." Your hands cup his face and you kiss him deeply. "Just...can't help but feel like this is probably temporary. It feels like grief."
Hopper doesn't know what to say to that, doesn't want to make empty promises. Not to you.
So he lets you fondle him some more, lets his mind wander, grabs a shirt from the dresser to help wipe you up so you're not leaking his cum all over the sheets.
He figures you'll shift beside him, but you don't- you prefer to stay perched on top of him, face buried in his chest hair, breathing in his scent.
At some point, your breathing shifts and he knows you're soundly sleeping. Pain shooting up his spine, he softly rolls you beside him, covers you up, smooths your hair.
Selfishly, he stays. He should keep up appearances just in case Jane wakes before you, but the warmth coming from you, your soft skin, the feel of someone beside him in a bed again...he can't leave.
In and out of sleep, he seems to keep an ear out to listen for Jane, is restless and - shockingly - still riled up for you, the old man.
You must have slipped his shirt back on during the night, probably fearing Jane needing you.
When 5am hits, he's awakened by you kissing at his neck, hungry for more.
He loves the attention.
Especially when you dip below the sheets, put his cock in your mouth again.
You're really something.
It takes him a bit longer to get there this time - is surprised he's even ready again. He's exhausted in the best way.
He urges you up before you suffocate down there, kisses you hard before turning over and coaxing you to your belly.
He lifts you at the hips, guides himself to your entrance, and takes you from behind.
A quiet moan leaves you as you hug his pillow, breathe in his scent, are once again so full of him.
This position, the look of you like this, ready and wanting and wet again for him...
It's too much when he watches you reach between the mattress and your body, the knowledge that you're so desperate to cum, you're playing with yourself in this position?
Fuck.
He bottoms out, takes you slow like he remembers you touching yourself last night, and hears the sweet whisper of his name as you cum on his cock again.
"There ya go, honey. Rock back into me," he speaks in a whisper. "Fuck, yes. Just like that. God..."
He's filling this pretty cunt for the second time in hours and it takes all of his willpower to stay quiet.
You're spoiling him.
Reaching for his shirt again, he wipes you up, kisses along your spine, watches you flip over to trace your hands down his chest.
Your mouths move languidly together, enjoying these last few moments of bliss before you should probably go to the main room.
There are those damn tears again. Not falling this time, but the light catches them in your eyes.
"Wanted you for so long, Jim," you run your thumb along his facial hair. "Thanks for indulging this little crush I've got."
He chuckles. "Thank you for a pleasurable night. Jesus Christ, you're insatiable."
You smile. "For you? You have no idea."
You kiss him once more, he lets you sneak from under him to get your shorts on, letting his t-shirt hang, and you linger before the doorway, as if you want to say something else.
You decide against it.
You leave him wanting, still...
°°°
Jane wakes, well-rested, excited to see the waves the braids hopefully gave her.
When Hopper emerges from his room, he looks exhausted but pleased.
Jane is at the kitchen table, her back to you as you're undoing the rubber bands, letting the braids out.
With one hand free, you reach to pour coffee into Hopper's mug, then return to your work.
A plate of waffles sits in front of Jane. Syrup, whipped cream, sprinkles.
Hopper hums when he sips the coffee, glances over at your cup and chuckles. You must have brought creamer, knowing he takes his black.
"Your waffles are ready over there, sir," you blink over at him, a coy glance shot his way.
Hopper inhales slowly, moans an exhale as he lifts his coffee to his lips. He watches your reaction to the sound. You horny little...-
"Better watch," he warns. "I could get used to this."
You beam at him, a slight sadness tinging the edges though.
"Can she come again next weekend?" Jane gasps, unknowingly.
Hi can you write Hopper with younger reader and she's very sexual compared to him and just always wants to be filled up and in different places around the house and even outside and even tho Hop gets tired (saying that he's an old man) he's ready to comply
warnings: smut, lewd themes, fuck buddies/friends with benefits, age gap, mentions of age play, sneaking around, casual sex, idiots in love, mentions of alcohol, oral sex(fem and male receiving), penetrative sex, love confessions, unprotected sex
word count: 1.5k
pairings: Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader
summary: you and Jim toe the line between fuck buddies and lovers for so long, but at one point it cannot be contained
When you first started hooking up with Hopper, it was very low-key and not often. It happened after a long night together, drinking and talking. He looked at you like he was craving companionship, you had nowhere else to go. You indulged in what he had to offer you that night, but you found yourself incredibly addicted and you were reluctant to let go.
So you both spoke about it and decided that hooking up and occasional dates were fine. But god damn, you were incredibly insatiable in Hopper’s eyes. Not that he was complaining; no, you would not catch him talking about how his steak was too juicy or his lobster too buttery. In fact, he found a lot of joy within this little agreement you two decided to have.
You were a bit younger than him. The age gap made things a lot sexier, of course. Age play was a kink the two of you leaned into; it was just enough to keep things spicy. And the two of you kept the romance to a minimum, still trying to keep everything mostly lowkey. There’s not much else you could ask for, even though you were beginning to catch feelings.
You push it all away every time you get on your knees and tug on his belt. Your mind goes blank as you swallow him whole, him holding you steady as you suck him dry. Hopper never complains when you surprise him like this, but you always have to shove those feelings away.
Things always get heated after a night out at the bar. Where the two of you always have to play it cool and casual, making yourselves appear like good friends instead of fuck buddies. He always has to drag you away before anyone notices the two of you aren’t around. Sometimes it’s in the bathroom of the bar, him getting on his knees to get you ready for him. Or he’s pushing into you from behind, one of his large hands on your mouth to keep you as quiet as possible. Nothing could stop you from the feelings that were brewing inside of you, all the while Jim Hopper was rearranging your guts in the dirty bar bathroom.
Not to mention that you also love to show up at his job. You’ve charmed his secretary, which was no easy feat. But she sussed you both out before either one of you could realize what you were doing. She had a sharp mind for these types of things, but she kept her mouth shut to yours and Jim’s relief.
You would come to him under the guise of dropping off lunch, or even a fresh brewed cup of coffee. Even if he could easily make one for himself in the office, you would always have something in your hands to bring. The coffee was always nice, but it was an afterthought. Especially when he had you bent over the desk, the wood creaking and pretty much alerting anyone in the vicinity of your actions.
You tried often not to kiss too much, wanting to distance yourself in some ways. The kisses that you two shared usually were messy and sloppy, and everywhere else but your lips. Hopper didn’t mind too much, though sometimes he would cup your cheeks and kiss you deeply when he felt that fire in his heart burning a little too hot.
At times, he wondered if he was even good for you. He would mess up your life, considering the age gap was already an issue for a lot of people. If they knew that you and Jim were knockin’ boots—so to speak—then they would not understand why a pretty, young thing like you would want to get attached to someone like him. He wasn’t a bad man per se, but you had your whole life in front of you. Still, in your heart of hearts, you knew that he was the one you wanted. You weren’t ready to let him go.
The sex was always amazing too. He wasn’t about to quit that, even if you were quite the vixen. He’d end up sweaty, exhausted but plenty happy and satisfied. Even if you continued to paw at his softening cock and continued to press yourself up against him, he couldn’t help but feel much too old for you. He often has to remind himself that you are younger and have more stamina.
Yet Jim still continues to wow you. He continues to fuck you like a seasoned pornstar, making you quiver under him as he laps at you like you are his final meal. He fucks you hard and fast, trying his best not to let the tempo get too slow so that the two of you will fall harder for one another. That would be the ultimate failure for the two of you.
One night, he’s got you back at his place. The wine is smooth, the jazz record spinning in the corner of the room makes you sway to the sounds, and he is very much enjoying himself. It felt like ages since the two of you had stayed home at his place for the night. Every little dalliance seemed to have been somewhere a bit more public the last few weeks.
Jim gathers you in his arms, holding you close. You could smell the wine on his breath as he leaned in to kiss you. It’s a soft kiss, one that makes your head spin. Soon, he has you pushed onto the couch. You look up at him like he’s the greatest thing in the world, and if you were being honest, you most definitely thought that of him. Jim had to look away for a moment to regain his thoughts.
“C’mere chief,” you whisper hotly. “Come fuck my brains out.”
You tug on the collar of his shirt, pulling you on top of him. It takes him so little time to undress you, showing off skin and parts of your body that he adores kissing and nipping at. You were beautiful like this—though you were beautiful always, thinks Jim. Right now, you looked downright angelic and it bothered him. It bothered him because how was he supposed to be casual with you.
His hands slide down your body, gripping the fat of your thighs and pulling you closer. He helps you wrap your legs around him before he kisses you deeply. You feel the roughness of the denim of his jeans pressing into your soaked pussy, and a whine escapes you as the friction is almost electrifying on your swollen clit.
He grins before kissing down your body, stopping only to suck on your pert nipples. He surprises you at times with his stamina and his romantic gestures, and he’s pulling out all the stops tonight. Jim Hopper wouldn’t be able to lie tonight if you asked him if he had feelings for you.
His hands reach for yours, before he kisses you deeply. For a few moments, it’s just you and him and making out. You grind against him, shuddering at the way his jeans seem to dig into your sensitive little cunt. He loves the way you’re so desperate for him. Suddenly, he flips you over and unbuckles his belt. He figures it’s better to fuck you without you looking up at him.
You gasp as he pushes into you, making you grip the arm of the couch to ground yourself. Jim’s cursing under his breath at the way your pussy seems to just grip him, sucking him in deeper. He takes a deep breath before slamming into you over and over again, making you squeal with pleasure. The way the couch shakes with each harsh thrust turns you both on even more.
Your orgasm crashes over you fast, and you slump down as you feel weak in the knees. He surprises you by flipping you back over on your back, his cock nestled deep inside of you once more. But this time, the pace is much more intimate and slow. His eyes are piercing as he looks at you. You reach up to cup his cheeks and you initiate the kiss this time.
“I…fuck I love you…” he grunts.
You feel the air being knocked out of you, and you cling to him. “Say it again. Please.”
He laughs as he realizes what he’s just said. So he kisses you harshly, quieting you. “I said I love you, what else do you want to hear?”
You laugh as well, but it turns into a moan when he hits your sweet spot dead on. “Fuck, love you too, Jim.”
He doesn’t need to hear it again, no. It’s too good to be true, but in this moment, it’s the thing that keeps you together. A few more thrusts has him spilling deep inside of you, and he’s pressing frantic kisses all over your neck and shoulders as he slowly comes down from his orgasm. Then he’s pulling out of you, and he has you on top of him.
“Sooo…everyone in town is gonna talk.” You mention as you nuzzle against him.
“Let them talk. You’re mine.”
You can’t argue with that. And with the way he holds you right now, you can tell he doesn’t care about what anyone will say.
