Old Lone Ranger - Jim Hopper x Reader

Craving

NSFW

Warnings: Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Explicit Sexual Content

You had craved it all day. It was the one thought you had in the morning, the one thought you had during your lunch break, and it was all you could think of when you came home to an empty cabin. Needless to say, you were on edge, and the only thing that could take it off was Jim Hopper's cock deep in your mouth.

You looked at the clock that hung on the wall and sighed. 7:30. He was supposed to be home a half an hour ago, so there was no telling when he would get home. The ache between your thighs was rampant, and you knew that the only way you could even have a chance at thinking straight was if you took a cold shower.

Forty minutes, one glass of wine, and a shower-head nozzle session later, you still found yourself yearning more than ever. It was as if your fiance had some sort of spell on you, and it was beginning to piss you off. As you walked out of the bathroom, your satin robe clinging tightly over your body as your wet hair began to air dry, your smelled the familiar scent of Camel cigarette smoke. It wasn't stale, either. It was fresh.

Your bare feet padded against the floor as you gingerly reached for the door knob, turning it and peaking your head out to see a sinful sight perched on the steps of the porch.

It had clearly been a rough day for him. Hopper was inhaling a cigarette that dangled from his lips, resting back against his hands as his body laid out along the small set of stairs. He looked a sight, his hair slightly tussled and uniform shirt partly unbuttoned to reveal a small tuft of chest hair. You shivered, your mouth salivating when your eyes fell upon the bulge in his khaki pants.

He seemed to feel your eyes on him as he turned his neck, a wide smile creeping over his face when he saw you, "You are a sight for some sore-ass eyes, baby girl. Come here."

You walked over to him, immediately straddling his waist and surprising him. He looked of primal sex, the image of that cigarette dangling over his bottom lip causing a slick arousal to form in between your legs.

"Someone's in a mood," he drawled, reaching up to remove the cigarette from his mouth.

As he went to put it out prematurely, you stopped him, "No, keep it in."

He raised his eyebrow, slowly putting it back in his mouth before murmuring around it, "What's gotten into you?"

"Hopefully you," you smirked, leaning forward to lick a stripe down his neck.

He groaned underneath your touch, your hands roaming down his chest before playing with his belt, "I don't know what it is about you, Hopper."

You slid down from his waist and knelt in between his sturdy thighs, making quick work of his button and zipper, "The only fucking thing that I could manage to think about was your cock in my mouth. All. Fucking. Day. Long."

"Fuck," he hissed, smoke coming out of his mouth in puffs as he reached to entangle his fingers in your damp curls.

"I need you to fuck my mouth, Hop," you pleaded, taking his thick member out of his pants and immediately licking the tip of his cock. "Fuck, you taste like heaven."

He moaned, the vibrations of his carnal reaction sending sparks of arousal to your core. As if you couldn't get any wetter.

"You heard me, baby?" you whispered, your lips wrapping around the tip of his cock.

"Yeah, fuck, suck my cock," he grunted, hallowing his cheeks to inhale more nicotine into his lungs.

You smirked around the tip before holding it in your grasp. You licked a broad and thick stripe up the underside of his cock, adding pressure to the vein that protruded slightly there. Once reaching the tip, you massaged your tongue right below the slit, moaning at the taste of precum that began to leak from it.

With a wicked glint in your eyes, you began to swallow around his length, sliding all the way down to the hilt until your nose was pressed up against the tuft of curls at the base. You gagged slightly, quickly fighting the urge to cough as your hunger for his cock grew stronger. You swallowed around him, curling your tongue along the underside of his length before you began to bob your head.

"Oh, fuck, you feel so fucking good, yeah, just like that, baby girl," he chanted, his fingers gripping against your scalp as he cautiously began to rock his hips against your face.

You were in absolute heaven, the image above you almost causing you to cream yourself. How could someone look so fucking sexy while smoking that little white stick? His tongue pressed against it, smoke coming out of his nose as he sucked on it for dear life. His neck was tossed back in pleasure, your ability to deep-throat his cock sending him into an alternate reality.

"I'm, oh, fuck, baby I'm gonna come," he warned, his thrusts becoming more sloppy.

You smiled around his length, bobbing and hallowing your cheeks in rapid succession as you reached your hand up to massage his balls in your hand. That was all it took.

You swallowed him greedily, milking him for all of his worth as he spilt down your throat. His thighs quivered rapidly against you, his chest rising and falling as the cigarette dropped from his mouth, lips parted from the moans and praises he gave you as he came.

You popped off of him, wiping your mouth of the excess saliva and left-over come that had escaped your lips.

"Jesus fucking christ," he gasped, collapsing onto the wooden planks. "I-oh, fuck, baby girl."

You chuckled, you hunger only slightly satiated as you crawled up his body, "How quick until you can go again?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he whined with a chuckle. "Get up here, baby. Sit on my fucking face right now before I spank your ass red."

You whimpered, climbing up his chest and straddling his face, nearly coming at the sight below you.

"Fuck, don't hold back. Ride my fucking tongue."