summary: Part Two of âExposureâ. Answering phones for Chief Hopper at the station leads to a hard dayâs work.
tags: fem reader, risky office sex, unprotected because fiction
words: 1.0 k // explicit smut ⢠MDNI
By anon request: âReader calling Hopper Chief while heâs pounding her from behindâŚâ
Some brands of hairspray made you cough as if you had a spare lung to discard. At least it made your hair look cute. With a few last looks at the mirror, you gathered your purse and keys to head out to work. Just before shutting the front door, your eyes caught a glint on the tabletop.
âUgh,â you sighed, scurrying back inside to swipe up the rectangular nameplate. Hopper must have forgotten it last night. It seemed like so long ago you were sneaking dirty pictures into his desk. A month had passed. Many steamy sessions, too. He wasnât your boyfriend, just your hot, older superior you liked to fuck and tease.
The feeble brakes of your car emitted a concerning screech as you pulled into the station. You adjusted your hair in the mirror once again. You sighed. This hairspray was not getting another dime of your paycheck, thatâs for sure. A sudden knock on the window made you jump in your seat.
âYou should get those brakes fixed.â Hopper teased dryly. You rolled your eyes and stepped out.
âAnd you should stop misplacing your belongings, Jim.â You dropped the nameplate into his large hand.
âJim? Mmph, thatâs Chief Hopper to you.â His eyes crinkled as he smiled. You liked when he smiled. The two of you were careful to not allude to your romance in front of any colleagues. People talked but they could never be sure.
âChief Hopper,â you mocked as you walked ahead of him into the station. He stayed behind to light a cigarette before entering.
Typewriters clacked and the coffee machine sputtered. Someone sneezed. Officer Powell whistled a tune that sounded familiar yet the name escaped your memory. On mornings like this there was a dreadful absence of tasks to complete. You brought one of your thick law books to pass the time, but it didnât hold your attention today. Then came his voice. You perked up in your seat. Hopper was grumbling about something to another officer. His leather work shoes thudded across the floor.
âHey, Chief, didnât you have that meeting with some guy from the district today?â Powell inquired with his sing-sing tone. Hopper stopped adjacent to your little desk.
âWhat, the superintendent? Itâs not really a meeting, I just have to call and give some updates.â
Powell sank back into his chair and picked up a file folder. He stopped paying attention to Hopper now that he knew he didnât have to drive anywhere soon. Hopper tapped the corner of your workspace.
âHey,â he asked, clearing his throat. âYou think you could come to my office and take notes while I call that guy?â
Finally! You were bored out of your mind. At least you could stare at your boyfriend and draw silly doodles on the notepad. Hopper softly closed the door behind you. Taking out your pencil, you eagerly sat in front of the large desk.
âI thought you already called the district last week.â You mused, scraping some debris off the pink eraser.
âThereâs not really a call. Sometimes I make shit up so I can take a nap.â Hopper whispered as you looked up at him.
âWell Iâm dying of boredom out there. I feel like Iâm growing mold.â
âWanna bang?â
âWhat, like, here?â
Hopper gave a nonchalant shrug.
After a brief, sloppy makeout Hopper hastily shoved a heap of papers and other items off his desk. The phone and typewriter remained. His erection visibly pressed against his fitted khaki pants.
âWonât anybody hear us?â you asked as Hopperâs hand coaxed you into a vulnerable position over the wooden surface.
âDonât be so loud, then.â He breathed, removing his belt and undoing his zipper. His warm hands caressed your hips, trailing to the round of your ass. He pressed against you. Hard. Eager. You squirmed to remove your panties but Hopper encouraged you to leave them alone. The velvety shaft of his was eagerly rubbing against the fabric. Damp. Hot. You squirmed again, impatient for his entry. He pulled the fabric to the side and pushed himself into your silky flesh with a low groan. Fingers gripped his desk as he nestled deeper, then withdrew and repeated the motion at a teasingly slow pace.
You pushed back onto him, trying to get him to fuck you faster. He wasnât biting. Instead he continued to fixate on how your pussy looked gripping his cock. In and out. Wetter and slicker as he continued. At last, he placed a hand on your clothed shoulder to hold you steady. His thrusts finally quickened, pumping in and out of your tight hole.
âGoddamn, you look so pretty like this.â Hopper praised. Your face clenched and contorted as you tried to remain quiet. Then, an unexpected intrusion.
The desk phone blared its high pitched ring. It startled you at first. Hopper stilled for a moment.
âAnswer it.â
âAnswer it? I thought thereââ
âI didnât ask.â His voice more stern. It was probably a very mundane phone call, but you had never anticipated these circumstances.
âHawkins Police.â âYou want to speak toâŚâ ââŚChief Hopper?â It took half your might to keep your voice steady. Hopper slowly moved in and out of you. You handed him the phone.
âHm? Yeah I said itâll get done. Larry can come to the station if itâsâ actually, Iâll get someone to write down an urgent notice.â Hopper then called out your name as if you werenât squirming and squeezing around his flesh right below him.
âYes, Chief Hopper?â you asked shakily. He held the phone against his shoulder. An amused smile shot back at you.
âCan you write a urgent notice for that City Hall thing?â
âYes, Chief Hopper.â
âAtta girl.â He buried his shaft deep within your silky hole, and you tried to conceal your whining. âWeâre on it.â He reached over you and tossed the phone into its receiver.
Without exchanging more words, Hopper gripped your hips and fucked you hard and fast. He was incredibly turned on.
âGood girl,â he muttered, âfuck, that was so hot. Callinâ me Chief andâŚâ he trailed off into a mess of breathy noises. The sound of your flesh meeting overtook the scene.
âYes, Chief,â you moaned for him. Then you felt yourself tumbling into an orgasm.
âFill me, Chief. Please. Chief Hopperâ oh God, Chief Hopper, ChiefâŚâ You couldnât take it anymore and neither could he. Sexy words trailed off into incoherent noises, just quiet enough to stay in his office. Hopper groaned as he pulsed inside. He breathed heavily, slowly withdrawing. You weakly lifted yourself off the desk and got dressed. Boredom long forgotten.
i can't believe they killed hopper's second daughter. I can't believe hopper spent the entirety of season 3 and 4 and 5 believing that he couldn't protect El because he couldn't protect sara, just for it to end up being true. great fucking writing.
