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.
tags: minors dni!! smut, both participants are adults, age gap (41/26) uniform kink, hand humping..?, jim keeps that fuckin uniform on😛, jim calls reader kid, pussy pronouns, office sex, riding, protected p in v, dirty talk and mutual orgasms.
summary: you and your boss cross the line for the so-called “last time”.
you knew that what you and jim were doing was wrong.
hawkins wasn’t a huge town after all — if people found out what you’d both been doing together, you’d be crucified. gossip spread like wildfire around here so good thing this was the last time.
or so what you both had told yourselves.
you’d landed this job by a mere fluke. flo — the previous secretary of hawkins police station had given up her job four months ago, retired. and luckily you had just happened to have some office qualifications and got in.
by no means was the job easy — you practically worked your ass off everyday and sometimes even stayed after hours to get some of the never ending paperwork done.
but there was one person that made your days a little less stressful — well, that’s what a good fuck’ll do to you, right?
jim hopper, hawkins chief of police.
this whole thing between the two of you — something you weren’t even sure you’d call a romance started right around your second month on the job.
at first, jim was fine. professional, a little cranky at times and sarcastic. he didn’t hassle himself with getting overly close to you, just came in, did his job and went home. but you were sort of drawn to him. like a moth to a flame. did it come from having no father figure in your life whatsoever? likely. but he was just.. real. he said what everyone else was afraid to say they were feeling. he was straight up, no fucking around and had that dry kind of sense of humour that you’d catch yourself chuckling at every once in a while.
so one night, while working late in the office you and jim.. sort of just happened. a rough fuck over his desk was the start of everything. and now, as much as you both tried to convince yourselves that it was wrong and that you needed to stop, you both couldnt seem to get enough of the other.
it was one of those mornings that made you not want to get out of bed. the weather was gloomy, a little wet from the fall rain but still had that kind of beauty to it that made everything feel cozy.
the office was warm when you made it inside, your desk just the way you left it. you checked your watch, 6:23 am.
you liked to get in early. it made you feel productive, like you were achieving something before most people had even made it out of bed.
you set your bag down and settled into your chair with a sigh, already starting to look over your schedule of whatever bullshit you had to put up with today, but a familiar voice pulled you out of your concentration.
“you’re here early,”
jim.
you turned your spinning chair around to face him and was met with him standing in the doorway of his own office. you, out of habit and maybe nerves fixed your hair, a surprised chuckle escaping.
“i could say the same thing about you, chief,” you mused, standing up and adjusting your skirt, taking a couple steps in his direction. “what’s got you out of bed?”
his expression stayed neutral but you could see that underlying amusement in his eyes. “just thought i’d get a head start on lookin’ over some of that paperwork on the spray painting incident.”
“really?” you smiled, clearly unconvinced. “so you didn’t come to see me?” you cocked your head to the side, a cheeky grin crossing your lips.
you shouldn’t be doing this.
this is wrong.
jim seemed to stifle a noise, shuffling on his feet. “hm. i don’t know, maybe i did. might just have to come into my office and find out.” he mumbled.
you snorted. “is that your attempt at flirting?”
“just get your ass into the fucking office.”
and that’s how you ended up here — jim waiting expectantly on his office chair, legs spread invitingly as he watched you unbutton your blouse.
“i hope you know that this is the last time, kid. we seriously have to stop after this.” he said, trying to sound responsible despite the fucking tent in his pants.
he was whipped and he knew it.
“mhm. last time, totally.” you nodded in mock seriousness, pouting in an authoritative looking manner to mirror his own. you unbuttoned the last of the buttons and allowed your baby pink blouse to fall open, your white, lacy bra coming into view. you bit your lip as jim’s eyes spilled over your figure, taking in those full breasts of yours, your nipples which were peaked in anticipation slightly visible through the thin material.
“fuck,” he groaned head tilting back. he signalled you over with two fingers, an action that could’ve made you cum on the spot itself. you strutted teasingly slow over to him and as soon as you were in reach he pulled you by your wrist into his lap, manoeuvring you so you were straddling him. you squealed a little at the sudden action and soon his hands were up cupping your breasts. “you look so beautiful in lace, you know that?”
your throat tightened a little as his words. it was something so small but it wasn’t often that hopper complimented you like that. it was usually just some lewd comment about your ass or how your legs looked in a certain outfit — not that you didn’t enjoy those ones — but this one just felt a little different, tender maybe?
“i guess i do now.” you whispered, voice breathy as you leaned in to capture his lips with your own. he tasted of coffee and something else you couldn’t quite place, something just.. uniquely jim, you guessed. he responded to the kiss eagerly, shifting you in his lap so he could flip up your pencil skirt, hands grabbing greedy handfuls of your thighs until they eventually drifted up to the matching panties you were wearing. his fingers found your already over excited bundle of nerves over your underwear and they pressed down on it as you both made out.
the feeling made you moan against his lips, tongue now sloppily exploring his mouth as you bucked your hips into his hand. the feeling was so delicious, even more so with the layers between the two of you.
you pulled back breathlessly, hands travelling up to his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath your palms. “do you have a condom?”
he heaved a breath, face slightly flushed and lips pink from the bonne bell strawberry lip smacker you had applied before work. he lifted his hips up while keeping you on his lap and reached into the butt pocket of his khaki pants — pulling out his leather wallet. he opened it up and pulled out a trojan from it, holding it between two of his fingers and smiling like he’d won a prize.
you giggled at his face, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “you’re an idiot.”
“hm,” he hummed, hands cupping your waist and thumbs stroking idle circles into your skin. “but you still want this idiot to fuck you. so.. that makes you a bit of an idiot too, doesn’t it?”
you shrugged, grinning at his playfulness, something that was rare for jim, especially in work. “maybe it does,” you rocked your hips into his own in an experimental grind, humming when you heard him groan at the sensation. “how about you get to it then, idiot?”
“fine then.. idiot.” he replies in a mocking, slightly bratty-child tone. you shifted back on his lap enough for him to get his fly open, his hands working the button and zipper of his work pants. “up,” he orders, tapping your hip but you didn’t budge. he looked at you with a confused expression, clearly not expecting this sudden adamancy.
you flushed a little, crookedly smiling as you leaned in to whisper in his ear. “want you to.. keep your uniform on.”
you pulled back and you were met with the cockiest goddamn smirk that it almost made you wish you hadn’t said anything.
“you like my uniform, honey?” he asked, clearly amused.
“oh shut up,” you grumbled, manoeuvring yourself a little awkwardly to pull his boxers down while still on top of him and freeing his hard cock from his pants that were hardly down his thighs. you fisted him and jim immediately groaned in satisfaction at the feeling of your soft hand around his dick. “goddamn, someone’s eager.”
you moaned softly, leaning into his lips yet again and giving his cock a shallow stroke while you clumsily tore the condom open and took it out of it’s wrapper, fumbling with it a little while rolling it onto his cock. hopper kissed you back, hands travelling under your skirt to pull your panties aside, the cheap material ripping a little at the rough action. jim hiked your skirt up just above your lower belly, exposing your cunt to his lap.
“just want your cock jim,” you whined.
hopper chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “yeah, i can see that. pussy’s dripping all over this damn uniform, trouble.” he said in a slightly mocking tone, as if he found it amusing how aroused you became around him.
“mm, it’s all for you,” you hummed, voice breaking into a whimper when he collected your slick from your hole and brought it up to your clit, massaging your sticky fluid into that bundle of nerves. your hips twitched forward at the sensation, head tipping back as pleasure washed over you.
“come on, baby,” he encouraged, his other hand caressing your side. “ride my dick. show me just how much you need me.”
that was all the encouragement you needed. you took his cock into your hand rubbed it against your slick hole, teasing yourself a little by putting it in and taking it out a couple times. you dug your nails into his shirt clad shoulders and in one swift movement, you sunk down onto his length, your pussy greedily swallowing him up and your walls welcoming him gracefully. jim wasn’t huge in length but he was thick so he never failed to hit that spot inside you and the anticipation for that moment was enough to slick you up even more.
hoppers head tipped back, hanging awkwardly off the chair as he felt your heat envelope him so comfortingly. the feeling of your wet walls hugging him so damn tightly was enough to nearly make him loose it. he had been thinking about this all morning so hopefully he didn’t really show his age and cum in seconds. “jesus, sweetie. she’s squeezing me so tight.” he grunted, his hands going to your hips supportively.
“fuck, jim,” you breathed, your head dropping forward and thumping gently against his chest. you let yourself sit with the feeling of him stretching you, you always found this angle a little more intense.
“take your time,” he comforted in a surprisingly soft voice, one of his hands holding the back of your neck, his thumb stroking idle circles into your skin as you regained your bearings.
you pressed a kiss to the material of his shirt, rolling your hips experimentally just to feel his member graze your swollen g-spot. you bit your lip, moaning through your teeth when you felt his dick put such a perfect amount of pressure on where you needed it the most.
“that’s it honey, get yourself used to it before you get to bouncing.” he instructed, his fingers finding their way to your scalp, his blunt nails scratching you there.
“feels good,” you mumbled, pulling your head back from his chest and looking up at him. he looked so beautiful like this, so masculine with his uniform on and his hat. before you could over think it, you plucked the hat from his head and with a sheepish smile, put it on the top of your own head. you giggled and brought your hands to his shoulders as you started to ride him with more intention now, rolling your hips a little more confidently.
he let out a breathy laugh, looking up at you while he guided your hips. “what’s this all about? trying to be a cowgirl?”
you hummed thoughtfully. “well, i think i ride you pretty well.” you moaned.
“hm. suppose that you do.” he agreed, his hands sliding up your torso to cup your covered breasts, kneading them in his hand while you moved your hips in a steady rhythm.
you let out a choked sound, adjusting your position so you could start to bounce a little unsteadily in his lap, the backs of your thighs now starting to thud against his own partially covered ones.
jim moaned, the sound a little startled from the sudden determination in your moves. “fuck, kid. gonna make me cum if you keep that up.”
your lips parted in a messy moan at his words and the feeling of your clit rubbing off his skin. “god, just keep talking,”
“yeah?” he asked, his fingers starting to dig a little painfully into your now bouncing, covered breasts. “you like when i talk dirty to you, doll?”
you could only respond with a half moaned “mhm,” too focused on the task at hand to think of something hot to respond with.
“yeah, i think you do,” he replied for you. “think this pussy likes it anyway. can feel it twitching around me. you gonna cum, sweetheart? you gonna cum on my cock?”
soon, the only response you could say was a babbled “gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum,” before you were gushing on his cock, your fluid running down his length and making a mess of the thin hairs at his base. your bounces started to become uneven so hopper took over, using his big hands to bounce your wrung out body in his lap to get himself closer to his own climax.
“s’too much, too much jim,” you whispered urgently, your head falling forward into his shoulder.
“hold on, m’nearly there, oh, fuck,” he grunted.” “here it comes,” he spilled into the condom with a broken groan, hands squeezing your waist as he fucked himself through the last spurts of his orgasm. you groaned tiredly into his shoulder, relieved when he finally stopped bouncing you on his cock.
“goddamn,” he breathed, rubbing your back a little. “made a bit of a mess, huh?”
“mmhm. too bad we did this in your office. means you have to clean it up.” you quipped, slowly pulling out of your hazy, post-orgasm state.
jim raised his head at that immediately. “hey — what? that’s not f—”
“not fair?” you giggled, slipping off of his lap and rummaging through one of his drawers to look for something to wipe yourself down with, coming across a couple of deli napkins — good enough. “i seem to recall you saying the exact same thing to me last week when we did activities like this at my desk.” you argued, wiping between your thighs quickly before balling the thin napkins and tossing them in the trash can underneath jim’s desk.
jim looked up at you with a clearly unimpressed face, grabbing your blouse and tossing it to you while pulling the used condom off of his softening length with a grimace.
“think of it this way,” you smirked. “we won’t be doing this again, as you said, so, this’ll be the last time you’ll have to do this, right?”
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.
summary: Plotless montage of Hopper f*cking your brains out everywhere and anywhere because he’s determined to make you his little MILF.
tags: impregnation & breeding, praise, implied age gap, daddy!, car sex, morning sex, rampant f*cking idk
word count: 1.4k
In the Evening
Hopper tossed you over the arm of the sofa, not bothering to let you undress. Not even bothering to put out his cigarette that continued to smoke in the ashtray. Your tight little skirt and ass were propped up for him to fuck as he pleased. He frantically undid his belt and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles.
His thick cock was already swollen and dripping with precum. The only thought in his mind was filling you again and again. Hopper reached up into your skirt and tugged at your baby pink cotton panties, which were thoroughly dampened.
“Just dripping wet for me, hmm?” His gravelly voice was low and brutally seductive.
Your tight pussy was lousy with natural juices, making you the perfect breeding whore Hopper needed right now. His rough fingers rubbed at your slit, teasing the stretching to come. You writhed your hips, impatient for his cock to enter.
“Please fill me up, Chief, please!”
He pulled his fingers away and pressed the tip of his cock against your begging hole. His hands adjusted your skirt and found their grip.
“Oh I’m going to breed this little pussy. Make you a young mama. Is that what you want?”
“Please, please fuck me however you want.”
Hopper stuffed his cock into your tight flesh. Your body clenched around his shaft, adjusting to the sudden intrusion. He wasted no time pushing himself as deep as he could, as fast and hard as he could. You squirmed and loudly whined into a scrunched up blanket on the couch. Hopper gripped tighter, his hands pressing your hip bones through your clothes.
“Fuck! Your pussy feels so tight. Take this cock until I’m finished with you, bitch.”
Helpless, all you could do is let him pound your body into submission. His cock beat at your tender cervix, making you writhe and moan for him louder. It felt like your hottest fantasy finally coming true. You were his submissive, breedable cocksleeve. Your entire body was flooded with the thought of being knocked up by him.
“Use my little hole—use me, use me Daddy, oh God use me—“ you pathetically begged.
Hopper’s groans were louder than usual. He was incredibly turned on by the primitive, instinctive urge to dump his hot seed into your womb.
“I’m going to put a baby in you, fuck— oh fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you.”
His thrusts were forceful, fast, and merciless. Your pussy was making a sticky mess all over his bush and thighs.
“Yes, Daddy, oh- oh- fill me up, don’t pull out.”
You felt Hopper’s body tense as he released an uncontrollable groan of pleasure. He held you tightly so that you couldn’t escape being bred. His cock pulsated and throbbed as he shot his cum into you. He softly thrusted in and out, absolutely drunk off the sight of himself leaking out of you. It was the perfect lube that he used to keep fucking you that evening.
During the Day
Hopper thought you had been such a seductive little brat when you met him for lunch. How could you tease him like this when he still had hours left in his shift? Before he let you drive home, Hopper took you for a ride in his Blazer. It was midday, and while most townsfolk were at work or school, he had to make sure you weren’t seen getting fucked like a slut by the Chief.
His erection pushed against his tight fitting khaki pants, aching to get inside of your fertile pussy instead. After parking, it wasn’t long until you were slipping onto his thick, veiny dick in the backseat. Hopper tossed your top and bra aside. He kissed on your breasts and played with them as you rode him.
“I can’t wait until your tits are just swollen with milk.”
“Might leak on you.” you smiled, stroking at his soft beard.
“God. You’re gonna be such a hot little mama.”
Hopper’s thickness pushed against your clit, adding to your pleasure. The truck probably looked like a bouncing mess from the exterior. You felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm. Wet and horny, excited by the thought of Hopper impregnating you.
“Good girl. Oh yes, baby.” Hopper praised as you ground into him, reaching your climax.
Cumming all over his dick was one of favorite sensations. You couldn’t help but scream and moan his name and other involuntary noises. His cock just felt so good.
“Don’t be so loud.” He ordered.
He took his hand and guided his thumb to your mouth. You started to suck his finger, still moaning as he continued thrusting into you. Louder, louder…
“Poor little slut, you can’t help yourself can you?”
He withdrew his thumb from your mouth and used his hand to forcefully cover your mouth. Your sexy noises were muffled. This only turned you on more.
“Everyone’s gonna see that you got fucked and bred by me anyway.”
You writhed, but he held you firmly in place. You were overstimulated by his big cock and bold words. His intense eyes were taking in the sight of you.
He fucked you harder now, taking control from underneath you.
“Good girl. Take it.”
Hopper himself couldn’t take it anymore. He bursted deep into your pussy. His hot ejaculate flooded you, adding to the sticky mess. Your hair was a mess and hips hurt, but you wanted to be pinned down and fucked some more.
He had to go home to change his pants before heading back to the station.
First Thing in the Morning
You and Hopper both slept late into the morning. Some teenagers vandalized the library downtown and the Chief was out late dealing with it. As morning sunlight bloomed on the wooden panels of the bedroom, you stirred awake. Your dreams had been filled with wet fantasies about the man sleeping next to you.
Already nude, you knew it would be easy to get Hopper turned on right away. You cuddled up next to his soft, warm body. His cock was rock hard in his tight boxers. You loved how stiff and big his cock became during naps or in the morning. Your hand rubbed against him.
Hopper stirred awake. He didn’t say a word, only nudging harder into your little hand with his pelvis.
“Good morning.” you whispered.
“Hey.”
“Jim, I’m just so so wet for you. I woke up needing to be bred.”
Hopper let you straddle him, kissing his plush lips as you rubbed your wet slit over his boxers. It wasn’t long before he pushed you off and onto your back. His heavy cock sprung out, and he pinned you down for more kisses.
You reached down and guided his cock to your entrance. It hurt a little as he pushed in, stretching your walls that had been sore from being used all week. Hopper wanted to be a bit more gentle this morning. He cared about you, after all. Wanted to knock you up with his children. He was so much taller than you, and your head rested more against his chest as he moved in you.
“Mmmh you feel so good.”
Your body relaxed around him. He slowly yet fervently stroked in and out of your pussy. His heavy body held you down into the mattress, shielding you from the chilly November air. Your legs wrapped around his hips, ensuring he wouldn’t pull out. What a slut, letting an older man impregnate you as he pleased.
“Daddy, fill me” you whimpered.
Hopper’s breathing got louder. His thrusts became more urgent. Morning romps normally drained him pretty fast.
“I’m going to cum—“
You clung onto him as he released his load deep into you. Even as he came down from his orgasm, his cock remained hard. Hopper kept pumping into you, picking up his pace now. Fucking you in his own sloppy seconds.
“Again, fill me again.”
Hopper was folding you in half now, your hips were getting tired from being held down like this. He readjusted himself so that he could make eye contact with you. His blue eyes locked with yours, and you felt more vulnerable than ever.
“I love you, baby”
“I love you”
You felt pleasure rush over your body from your head to your toes. Your legs trembled as you gushed around his cock. Hopper continued to look into your soul as he spurted yet another load of semen into your pussy. He kissed you and held you as his cum made its way deeper into your body. Withdrawing from you, he laid on his back to cool off.
“Well, good morning.” He chuckled in his rough morning voice.
