jim 'chief' hopper one shots

♡ polaroids

𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁: 𝘺𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵........ 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 1980𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘺.... 🤐 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢..?
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵
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You laid bent over Hopper's couch as he took you from behind. Your hands gripped the couch cushion as he plowed into you, his breathing insanely deep. "Fuck," you heard him whisper out. He was admiring the way your back arched as you slammed your ass backward to meet Hopper's hips. He fit so perfectly inside you.

His fingers dug into your sides as he leaned his head back in ecstasy. Your head sank forward, your hair falling in front of your face as you succumbed to Hopper. "God, Hopper," you cried, your whole body twitching as he hit just the right spot inside you.

You heard him groan and then through your closed eyelids, you saw a flash of light. You tilted your head to look at him, his body covered in sweat as he held a polaroid camera in his hand and it was aimed directly at you. "Fuck, baby, I just need to remember how fucking amazing you look right now."

You grinned, suddenly a bit shy knowing Hopper was taking your photo. Hopper closed his eyes, the camera loosely hanging in his hand as he felt your walls flutter around his cock. "Hopper, I'm so close," you mewled, unable to control the steadiness of your words.

In a brilliant idea, Hopper scooped you up with ease, rotating you around so your chest laid bare to him. "What are you–"

He held you in his arms, balancing you against the couch as he adjusted himself, then continued to fuck into you. Your words were cut off by an obscene moan, his cock hitting you deeper than it was earlier. "Come for me, baby," he cooed.

The way the bass of Hopper's deep voice reverberated through you, sent you over the edge. Your arms gripped whatever they could as you squeezed your eyes tight and your mouth hung open. A long moan pooled off your tongue, the noise like honey to Hopper's ears. Just as you were at the height of your orgasm, your walls tight around Hopper's throbbing cock, your breath lost in your throat, your hands grabbing and clenching anything and everything; another flash spread across your closed vision. You were too caught in a mind-numbing haze to even care, riding your high out as Hopper came right behind you. His guttural moans filled your ears as he leaned over you, coming inside you as he did.

After you both caught your breath and he slowly pulled out of you, you sat up, watching Hopper as he held a small photo that had just been printed out of his camera. "Getting your kicks off taking pictures of me now?" You slightly teased.

"This was my best fucking idea yet." He flipped the photo to show you. You were completely undone as you orgasmed around Hopper in the still image. You blushed seeing yourself. Hopper looked back at the photo, a menacing grin on his face.

"What?" You asked.

He looked down, motioning your eyes to follow. You traced down his body and then to his crotch, his cock hard again from just looking at the fresh photos. With wide eyes, he attacked you again, craving your body just the way he had it moments earlier.