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umnitsa · 7 months

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You should mess with Jim - 6

Summary: The fun continues!

A/N: There we go, our soft bear having some fun. I hope you guys enjoy it! It'll take longer to post, but I'm still writing it! <3 Banner from @cafekitsune

Written with unholy eagerness and no proofreading!

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Sex, piv, no condoms (this is a loving fantasy and I didn't want to write them, but hey, please do not do that!)

“Hey.” You said as Jim stirred, squeezing you into a bear hug, and nuzzling your hair.

“Hey.” He answered, growling. He chuckled, after a pause. “You really drained me.” You giggled, he continued, “I feel like an old man, who can’t even stay awake after an orgasm, but in my defense, it was a really good one.”

You looked up, at him; he was looking down at you, a huge smile on his face. He licked his lips, and the smile took a predatory undertone. It made you shiver.

“My turn.”

Jim kissed you deeply, his hand covering your breast; he squeezed firmly, then ever so gently brushed his thumb over your nipple. He broke the kiss and moved to suckle on your nipple, fingers brushing gently over the other.

You buried your hands in his hair, scratching his scalp gently; he sighed and you whimpered, as he moved to suck on the other nipple. He pulled his head back and blew air softly on your peaked nipples. You shivered, to his delighted laughter.

Jim slid one thick fingertip around your nipple, enjoying the feeling of your moist skin under him. He hums, playing gently, until you started squirming. You tug on his hair, needing more. Jim stops, pulling back, looking at you with a gentle smile.

“I don’t like pain, so be careful. You should also know no amount of hair pulling will make me speed up, or move.” His expression was soft, but his voice was low and authoritative. Stern. “You can beg, begging goes a long way with me.”

You whined, nodding and feeling yourself getting wetter with the casual display of dominance.

“Good.” Jim said softly, sliding one hand down your belly, still smiling. “You say no, I stop. You say stop, I stop. I want you to enjoy every dirty thing we do together. Ok?”

“Ok.” You said, nodding. You gasped when you felt his hand cupping your pussy. His middle finger gently pressed between your labia, he rocked his hand; sliding his finger along your slit, notching the pad of his finger teasingly.

You combed his hair with your fingers, caressing the back of his head gently. He smiled, kissing your nipple, his fingers sliding in circles over your clit. He played with you until you were on the verge of tears, whimpering and trembling.

With a sigh, Jim stopped, pulling his fingers from you. He moved slowly, getting on his knees between your legs, as he sucked on his fingers. His eyes fluttered close and he hummed, a soft smile on his face.

“I’m gonna take my time, honey. I hope you don’t mind.” He said softly, then lowered himself to lick along your slit. He hummed, clearly delighted. You braced yourself, a fleeting thought reminding you’re about to experience what you only saw in all those movies.

Jim pressed his face against your pussy, grunting, nuzzling your clit while his tongue moved slowly against your hole. He growled, languidly moving against you.

You looked down and you saw him frowning, concentrated, his tongue slithering into your folds, teasing your hole with little pokes and prods. Your eyes rolled back; you moaned, unable to deal with the dual sensations of seeing him and feeling his tongue at the same time.

Jim was lost in sensation, your skin against his face, your smell, your taste. You whimpered, squirming against him, your hands pressing his head, caressing his hair.

He rejoiced in the feeling of your thighs pressing on his ears. This isn’t for show. This is real.

Your hips trembled on his hands, tensing and spasming, your whimpers a distant noise muffled by flesh and skin.

“Jim, please…” You whined.

With a sigh, he raised his head, pushing two fingers into you. His face was wet, glistening, his eyes glassy. He licked his lips, enjoying your flavor, then looked down at his fingers.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mused, in awe. “His eyes met yours, he licked his lips. “Come for me, please, honey.”

His pleading voice hid an order, somehow, and you felt as if you didn’t have a choice. You tightened against his fingers, making him moan and go back to licking your clit.

You came with a racket, whimpering and mewling, your hips pushing against his finger.

“Fuck.” He cursed softly, pulling away, on his knees, watching you. You had never seen him harder, in any of the movies. Precome pulsed freely, making his cock glisten under the lights. He squeezed the base of his cock, throwing his head back with a moan.

You watched, your mouth hanging open, your eyes half lidded. He looked so sexy it rendered you momentarily dumb; not one thought crossing your head.

“Do you want to rest, honey?” He asked, laying down by your side, his hands rubbing and squeezing your waist, your hips, your ass.

“I do need one moment.” You chuckled softly, your legs still trembling.

Jim chuckled, hugging you tight against his body. He rested his cock between your legs, length pressed against your slit.

“How can you stay still like this?” You asked. You felt so desperate, just the feel of his thick cock between your legs was enough to make you squirm and thrust, sliding against his length with languid moves.

“I’m a patient man.” Jim chuckled into your ear and kissed your neck and your shoulder. “You’re so needy.”

“I need you. Inside of me.” You complained.

“I thought you needed a moment?” Jim teased, still chuckling.

“I changed my mind!” You whined, pushing against him.

Jim kissed you, deeply, slowly, lovingly. You felt yourself melt under his attentions, his hands moving all over you. You felt your body stilling, until you just felt your cunt pulsing against his length, your body completely relaxed.

He watched you, smiling as he caressed your back, your hips, your ass, his hand smoothing and grabbing every inch of skin he could reach. You sighed, closing your eyes.

Jim moved, slowly, laying you on your back, one of your legs propped over his folded thigh. He kneeled, massaging your ankle down to your thigh, as he straddled your other leg. He kissed your foot gently as he moved, until the head of his cock was notched into your hole. He then hooked your leg around him, leaving you on your side.

He kept massaging you, distracting you with caresses. You melted under his big hands sighing.

“Relax, honey.” He ordered, as he pushed inside you.

Jim grunted, watching your surprised expression. You gasped, wide eyed, and turned your face to look at him.

“I know, I know… It’s big, but you can take it.” Jim growled softly. “That’s exactly what you came here for, wasn’t it?”

You blinked back tears of pleasure, nodding eagerly.

“Fuck, honey, you’re so tight.” He squeezed your thigh, then pulled back and grabbed your ass cheek, raising it a little so he could see your hole stretched around his cock. “You take me so well… so warm.”

Jim closed his eyes and grabbed your hand, raising it to his lips. He started moving his hips gently, slowly, kissing and licking your palm, suckling on your fingers, every movement of his hips and tongue unhurried, deliberate.

You expected him to move faster, but he never did. He just kept the steady, sedate rhythm, dragging you gently to the precipice of your pleasure.

Jim grunted softly as he moved, moaning against your palm whenever you squeezed him. You wanted to come, you could feel him close, pulsing inside you, his teeth scraping against your palm.

“Please, Jim, please…” You whined, watching him with big, watery eyes. “Please, baby, I can’t take this slow, I want to come!”

“Shhhhh, darling, you can take it.” He comforted you, dragging your hand to cup his face. His beard scratched and tickled your palm, and you dragged your fingernails against his cheek, petting him. “We are so close.”

He didn’t speed up, but his thrusts got stronger, with him grinding against you every thrust, pressing your clit. You felt your legs tense, with the head of his cock dragging against that special spot inside you.

“There. There.” Jim mumbled, and kept torturing you with his unhurried thrusts, watching you closely, his eyes half lidded.

You got lost in the soothing movement, and your orgasm took you by surprise. You tightened around him, making him smile, throw his head back. His hips ground against yours in small pulses; with a roar, he spilled inside you.

Jim crumbled beside you, wrapping his arms around your body and crushing you against him.

“Fuck, honey.” He mused, distracted, his voice low and dreamy. “Been fucking my way through life; never like this.”

“Hm?” You grunted, nuzzling him. “Like this?”

“Yeah.” He yawned. “Exactly he way I wanted.” He kissed your shoulder, your neck, then nuzzled your hair. “ ‘s like you were made for me.”

You smiled, eyes closed, basking in the afterglow.

Jim propped his head on his arm and watched your naked body curled with his. He watched you breathing deeply, his mind lost in a pleased daze.

His mind raced through countless encounters, countless partners, the cameras, everything and everyone demanding him to be a machine. You just took him, however he wanted. You took what he had to give at the moment, and you didn’t complain, didn’t frown, didn’t make him feel bad.

You squirmed and his cock twitched, threatening to rise again.

He had to remind himself he was a patient man.

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umnitsa · 8 months

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You should mess with Jim - 5

Summary: You woke up in his bed, by yourself, to find Big Jim cooking you breakfast. Then you have sex.

A/N: I don't even know, they took control. The next part will be the continuation of their sweet encounter, I promise! <3 Hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please tell me hahahahah <3

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Oral, M receiving.

Jim woke up in the early morning, feeling warm, feeling different. It took a while for him to recognize the warmth at his back as you.

He was the little spoon, for the first time ever.

He smiled, your arm heavy around his body, your hand possessively sprawled over his chest. He didn’t know what you were dreaming of, but you were draped around him, hugging him tight.

He chuckled softly, and you nuzzled his back in your sleep, grumbling.

Jim waited until your arms relaxed and scooted out of bed.

For a moment, he watched you sleep and thought of his choices. How his fear of commitment made him settle into a lifestyle without companionship.

He did talk about his work, and while you’re a fan, you didn’t mention it. You look at him with lust, but it’s… different. You even said he is gorgeous.

Jim sighed and pulled his pajama pants off, moving into the shower.

He tried not to think about the girlfriends he tried to have, and all the times they tried to make him stop working, and wouldn’t understand that he couldn’t. Jim didn’t think he could have another work, he couldn’t be a part of society anymore… He had been in porn for too long. It didn’t matter anyway, the first flick marked you forever.

What he did set him apart from other people; what he did was dirty. Improper. People looked at him differently the moment they knew. They treated him differently.

Jim dried himself off, then went back to the bedroom, naked. He smiled at your sleeping form and got a pair of shorts. Breakfast.

You would need the energy to deal with him, he was hungry.

For food too.

He moved to the kitchen, deciding to wake you up once he had breakfast ready. But sometime while he was frying some bacon, he felt your arms around his chest. You hummed, pressing your cheek against his back.

“Good morning, sweets.” He rumbled, turning to hug you tight. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” You nuzzled him and kissed his cheeks. “So comfortable…”

“The bed?” Jim asked, turning to the frying pan.

“And you. Damn, you’re comfortable.” You chuckled, sitting at the table. Jim smiled to himself as he started serving the plates. “I had the best dreams. I dreamed I was hugging a huge teddy bear.”

“Oooh, that’s probably why I woke as the little spoon.” He teased, putting some bacon and eggs in front of you. “Don’t blush! I liked it. There’s always a first for everything.”

“Jim!” You whined, covering your face with your hands. He felt this need to just carry you back to bed and ravish you, but… He was somewhat of a gentleman. You giggled, the sound making him feel warm. “Oh, god, did I really make you the little spoon?”

“Uhum.” Jim nodded and sat in front of you, after pouring coffee for both of you. “You were holding me so tight. Did someone want to steal the bear in your dream?”

You stared at him, shocked. He laughed, delighted.

“I hope you don’t make it a habit,” Jim said, starting to eat. “I actually like being the big spoon.”

Jim watched as you quickly focused on the food, the mere suggestion of continued intimacy making you skittish. Made him want to hunt you, chase you until you’re under his body, screaming in pleasure. Soon enough.

He made you eat and offered a shower, which you accepted eagerly. Jim moved to the bedroom, laying back on the bed, petting his belly, his cock hardening in expectation. He took his shorts off and threw them off the bed almost as an afterthought.

You looked almost shy at his bedroom door, wrapped in a towel. You looked a bit insecure, shuffling your feet.

“C’mere, sweetie.” He patted the bed. “Lose the towel.”

You walked slowly toward the bed, then stopped right beside it and dropped the towel

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Jim said softly, grabbing his cock and squeezing himself. “I can’t wait to touch you. C’mon, don’t make me wait.”

He sounded almost desperate, pleading. You smiled to yourself, blushing, and climbed on the bed hiding your face on his chest.

“I keep thinking of all the beautiful women you…” You muttered against his chest, feeling him shift, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you close.

“I’m not sure they were attracted to me.” He interrupted, and you could feel his breath on your hair. “Hell, I wasn’t attracted to them sometimes. It’s work, we’re hired to give other people pleasure. This is different.”

Jim placed his thigh between yours, pressing your lower back, so you can grind against him.

“I want you.” He said, looking into your eyes, and grabbing your hips, pushing you down against his thigh. “I want you so much.”

You whimpered, kissing his neck, his chin, his cheek.

“I can’t believe I have you here… I’m touching you…” You moaned, your hands on his shoulders. “You’re like a fantasy come true. So gorgeous.”

He watched you, smiling, your eyes wide, glinting as you felt his chest, squeezing his pecs, his biceps. He felt your hands and lips over his skin, sliding, pressing; you were worshipping him.

Jim blushed, as you caressed and kissed his skin. You were like a fluttering presence over and around him, your skin, soft, brushing as you moved. Your lips dried with every kiss, then you paused, licked your lips, and there was the seductive slippery moisture back. He grunted, caressing your skin where he could reach as you squirmed over him.

You moved down his body, your hands open over his belly. He felt a bit self-conscious… Jim knew he wasn’t in the best shape. His mind flashed briefly with shame, with the thought he should be more like his coworkers, muscular and lean, but he caught you looking up at him, with a bright smile, your eyes unfocused. You looked so… Happy.

“Sweetie…” He sounded almost like a warning. Your hands moved to his hips, grabbing, his cock resting against his belly, leaking a puddle of precome.

“That’s how I know you’re enjoying this.” You said, holding his cock gently and raising it with your fingertips delicately, licking the precome from his belly.

“Hmmm?” He grunted, confused. You could feel his cock pulsing, you could see it flowing from him abundantly; it made your mouth water. His blue eyes were focused on your lips, as you licked them. “Jesus, woman…”

You blushed, shyly giggling. You looked like you were hiding something, and he wanted to know. He needed to know everything about you, he needed to consume you. He took a deep breath.

“What?” The question sounded like an order, one impossible to resist or ignore. You whined, hiding your face. His hand cradled your head, palm pressing up, raising your face to look at him. “Tell me.”

“I noticed on the videos… When you’re enjoying yourself, your cock gets so hard, and pulses…” You grabbed the base of his cock firmly and slid your hand up; he was all slippery. “So much precome… The wetter it is, the more aroused you are. It makes my mouth water.”

“You noticed…” Jim looked at you in wonder. It seemed such a small detail to notice, something that would need some mindful observation over a continued amount of time. It filled him with some indistinctive form of joy, the idea that you got off on his pleasure, that you kept watching him, and watching, to the point you noticed some particular detail. He kept looking down, eyes wide, mouth half open, as you suckled on the head, soft grunts escaping from his mouth.

You hummed, sucking greedily on him, and part of him felt sad there wasn’t a camera there to capture the beauty of your pleasured expression. He knew the camera would only capture a fraction of it, but he couldn’t rely on his mind only to retain that image. You looked up and he growled, tugging on your hair.

“Enough.” He gruffed, trying to pull you from him, but you just sucked harder, grabbing his hips. “Fuck, sweetie, you keep this, and I… Jesus fucking Christ, woman, I’ll come. I won’t be able to…” He trailed off into a moan.

You didn’t release him, instead, you sucked harder, one hand tight against the base, unwilling to let go. You kept sliding more of him into your mouth, hungrily. He moaned, his eyes closing, his body tense and tight, one hand grabbing at your hair, the other at your arm.

Jim looked down at you, his eyes half-lidded, grunting. He held your head with both hands and thrust up eagerly but gently, he didn’t want to hurt you or make you gag.

You whined, swallowing around him, your eyes glinting with unshed tears.

“So good to me…” He moaned. “Gonna make me come, sweetie.” A grunt cut his train of thought, and he needed a couple of moments to wade through the pleasure. “Gonna fill your beautiful, slutty mouth.”

You swallowed as he came, in thick spurts, his shaft pulsing violently against your tight lips. He moaned and grunted, as he thrust up until it became almost too sensitive. Jim hissed; you tried to pull away, but he held your head, gently.

“No, no, no…” He petted your cheek. “Suck me dry, baby.” His voice sounded strained, and he moaned. “Swallow it all.”

Jim released your head, his soft cock slipping through your lips. He combed your hair gently, as he pulled you up to rest on his chest. He breathed deeply, petting your back.

“Give me one second to catch my breath.” His eyes fluttered close, a wide smile taking his face. You giggled, nuzzling him.

“Enjoy. You can use your mouth and your fingers to… retribute soon.” You chuckled, petting his chest.

“I’ll need a bit more to recover my wits so I can answer.” He chuckled, squeezing your body against his.

“You’re looking giddy.” Jim softly said after a while, with an amused tone of voice. You couldn’t help but feel giddy, his pleasure was visible and obvious.

“It’s good to see you come, but it’s even better to feel it, to hear it.” You said, blushing. “I’m proud I did that.”

“You should be.” He squinted at you, smiling, and you burst into laughter. “Really. A huge part of my job is keeping my cool until they get all the angles, and…”

You pressed your face against his side and bit him lightly.

“Ow.” Jim looked mock hurt. “I’m just praising my good girl for being the hungriest little whore I’ve ever met, making me nut like a teenager in her mouth.”

You giggled, feeling warm all over, and watched his face until the joke died and you were just looking into each other’s eyes.

“I want to please you.” You said softly, crawling over him; you kissed him deeply, on his lips, sliding your tongue against his until you were both breathless. “I want to see you come… For me.”

“Fuck.” He squeezed you tightly against him.

***

You two fell back into a comfortable silence and you reached a place of almost sleep, your body moving with his breathing, his arm a solid presence over your back.

He looked so much more beautiful up close, relaxed. And his noises… His voice… You took deep breaths, thinking of the stickiness between your legs.

You really wanted to please him. He gave you so much pleasure, maybe not in person, but with his image. The way he moved, his noises… You paid for it all by watching advertising and acquiring subscriptions to sites that made you feel ashamed of yourself. But you also came so many times thinking of his eyes, his hands, his wide chest, his thighs... And now he was there, under your fingertips.

You wanted to give back.

You wanted to feel… To see him trembling under you, his eyes unfocused, lost in his own pleasure.

He snored, which made you chuckle. You could wait.

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