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Chief Jim Hopper always scared everyone in town. He was big and grumpy–a dangerous combo. Hopper was one of your dad’s friends since your dad was a cop under Hopper’s authority, but he still made you get nervous whenever he was around. He always looked like he was on the verge of bubbling over at the top; like steam could start shooting out of his ears. Or how he always looked like he could knock someone out just for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. So it confused you as to why you found him so hot.
Maybe it was the fear that aroused you, the way you had seen him take down a man with one swift punch before sent shivers up your spine. The way he would gruff at you instead of answering your questions made you wonder if he’d grunt in the same dark way during sex. The way he could get so loud when he was spewing swears at someone who was getting in his way at work intimidated you to no end. It made you shudder in nerves, both from a bit of fright, and also a bit of curiosity.
He was never that aggressive with you though, just the usual grumpy looks and disapproving grumbles. So when you were dragged into the station for trying to sneak into a bar with some of your friends, you didn’t worry about having to face him.
Phil Callahan dragged you into the building, dumping you into one of the benches while he knocked on Hopper’s door. You were happy you were able to distract Callahan enough for your friends to run off, but that meant you had to take one for the team. Fuck, dads gonna kill me, you thought.
It was late, pushing 1 am now, and the station was empty except for you three. Hopper came out of his office behind Officer Callahan and loomed in the doorway, a cigarette hanging between his lips. You gulped, his expression was much harsher than you expected. Maybe this was worse than your dad finding out.
“Want me to take her home? I don’t mind telling Officer (y/l/n) what happened.”
Hopped shook his head, “I’ll take it from here.” Officer Callahan looked back and forth at the staring contest budding between you and Hopper. He finally nodded, a bit reluctantly–Callahan knew Hopper had been drinking and had been in a shitty mood all day, he couldn’t help but have a bad feeling about leaving you with him. But still, he exited the building.
The lights were mostly off, creating an eerie glow around Hopper’s frame. You gulped as he eyed you up and down, his brows furrowed.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” His cigarette muffled some of his words.
You shrugged your shoulders. Honestly, you thought that even if you got caught, it wouldn’t be a big deal since your dad worked for the Hawkin’s PD. But looking back at it, if you knew Hopper would be lashing out your punishment, you would have never tried to get into that stupid bar.
He walked over to you, his footsteps loud in the empty building.
“And what the fuck are you wearing?” He asked when he finally took in your entire body. You felt yourself blush as he stared at your exposed legs. He had a point, the skirt was pretty fucking short.
“I—“ you blurted, unsure of how to get yourself out of this one. Hopper’s hand came up to rub his forehead, exhausted from the day's work, and now he had to deal with this bullshit.
His eyes darkened and he tried to keep his thoughts at bay as he looked at you in the handcuffs and that ridiculously short skirt.
The handcuffs were a bit of an overkill, but it was protocol. Callahan danced between the fact that your father might get pissed if he put his daughter in cuffs or he might get pissed that he broke protocol if he didn’t put you in cuffs. It was a tough decision.
“Don’t you know what kind of trouble you can get into wearing shit like that?” His voice boomed off the walls as his hand extended, grabbing your arm and pulling you up off the bench. You sheepishly shook your head.
His fingers dug into your skin making you wince as he dragged you into his office. “You were prancing around town like that this late at night? Jesus, how do you think your dad would have reacted if someone took advantage of you?”
You looked up at him, his expression cynical as he narrowed his eyes at you, taking a long drag of his cigarette.
He leaned over, his arm extending, then his hand brushed against your leg and traced up to your thigh, fluttering your skirt as his hand pulled away. Goosebumps rose to your skin at his touch, your heart was racing as Hopper’s eyes devoured you.
“Like some old man touching you like that? Is that what you wanted? Attention from older men?”
Your eyes widened as he got closer, his stature leaning over you, and you could smell the whiskey on his breath.
“Answer me.” He shouted.
You shook your head yes, your hands shaking a bit.
“You’ve been such a naughty girl, huh?”
The close proximity of his body in the dark light left your chest pounding. Why were you getting so turned on?
“Your dad would want you to learn your lesson, don’t you think?”
Your wrists dug into the cuffs as Hopper grabbed your arm again.
“So why don’t I give you your punishment? You’ve got to learn one way or another that your actions have consequences. I think he'd appreciate that,” he said, his voice husky and full of bass.
He quickly shoved you towards his desk and pushed you down so your chest lay bent on top of it.
You let out a gasp as you collided with the desk. Hopper’s hands were on your again, tracing up your legs and squeezing your ass in one hand, sure to leave dark bruises. You yelped in response, suddenly feeling like the room was closing in on you.
“You got lucky, you know. Imagine who could have gotten ahold of you if you made it into that bar and got wasted. Do you think those scummy men would just let you walk around faulting yourself like that?”
You swallowed hard as Hopper’s hands moved to your hips. You felt his body grind against your legs and ass that stood propped out for him as if inviting him in. He took his cigarette and put it out on his desk next to your face, then his hands were right back on you, pulling your ass into his crotch. You could feel his erection pressed against you as his hands roamed your body.
Your core was throbbing at the sensation; your body betraying you.
You heard Hopper whisper swears as he fiddled with his belt in a struggle; he must have been pretty wasted.
The way you laid helpless before him, your hands cuffed behind your back, was making Hopper rock hard. He had dreamed about ravishing you so many times before.
You heard him shuffling around and then his warm hands were on you again.
“Hopper, I don’t want…” you pleaded, realizing just how fast this was actually moving, hoping he would stop.
“Just be a good girl for me. I can’t let you get off so easy. You know that.”
You clenched your eyes shut as his fingers hooked the sides of your panties and pulled them down your leg. You squeezed your legs together, trying to block him from your entrance. You heard him chuckle in response, his strong hands easily pulling your legs apart, his knee propping between them to keep your legs open.
“Please don’t…” you begged. You felt something touch your opening and you bit your lip, waiting for whatever pain you were about to ensue.
Hopper wasted no time lining himself up with you, one of his hands on the low of your back, holding you firmly against his desk. In one hard thrust, he bottomed out inside you, giving you no time to adjust.
You screamed, a searing pain coursing through you as Hopper stretched you out. He held his position, relishing in the way you were squirming and whimpering below him.
“Maybe next time, you’ll stay home and study instead of strutting around like a slut.” His words were slightly slurred but no less powerful, his voice reverberating through you.
Hopper pulled out and then slammed back into you, his desk sliding against the wooden floor as he did. You yelled again, but that only seemed to make Hopper want to fuck you harder. “Scream as loud as you want. No one can hear you.”
You felt tears pooling in your eyes and down your cheeks onto Hopper’s desk.
“Please, stop…” you cried.
Hopper began to thrust into you at a steady speed letting out loud grunts as the desk dragged along the floor.
Your hands squeezed into a fist as you endured Hopper’s punishment. He was right, this is what you deserved.
His cologne filled your nose as he bent over you, his hand snaking around to your neck and pulling you back to meet his face.
“You’re starting to like it, aren’t you?” He whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear. His hand stayed around your throat as he kept slamming into you. You felt yourself get wetter, allowing Hopper’s cock to enter more easily into you. The searing pain was starting to get mixed with pleasure as he hit your g-spot. “Not much of a punishment now I guess,” he sighed, gripping your neck tighter in his hand, making you struggle to breathe.
Whimpers we’re still escaping your lips and you could hear Hopper growling in your ear. You felt like he was going to split you in two.
Sick of not being able to see your facial expressions, Hopper paused movement and twisted you around so your back laid against his desk, your hands uncomfortably trapped beneath your weight. You were relieved you could breathe again.
He immediately started back to his pace, his rough hands squeezing your hips and pulling your body in towards him to meet his thrusts.
You gasped as Hopper watched you, his pupils blown. He admired your bright red and tear-stained cheeks, loving the way your mouth contorted as you muffled your noises.
Your legs had no real choice but to loosely wrap around Hopper’s waist. You looked at the ceiling, hoping averting your gaze on Hopper’s angry face would calm your arousal.
Hopper’s hands clung to your blouse and ripped it open, the buttons flying across the room. You squealed as his fingers began tracing your chest. Impatiently, he yanked your bra down letting your small breasts get exposed to the cold air. He began kneading and squeezing your chest in his hands, groaning as he felt your walls flutter against his cock in response to his touch.
He pinched one of your buds between his fingers making you lose your breath momentarily.
“Please…” you wanted to tell him to stop but the words got lost. Tears slid down your cheeks again as one of Hopper’s hands moved down to your clit and began rubbing circles. You hated that it felt so good. This is what you wanted, you thought. So then why did you feel sick to your stomach?
“You’re taking me so well, baby girl.”
You shook your head back and forth on the desk, “Stop,” you whined. He began rubbing you faster, a loud moan being forced out of your mouth between your clenched teeth.
“There we go,” he cooed in his deep voice.
You felt like the desk was going to break underneath you as Hopper plowed into you with such force.
“Since you’ve taken your punishment so well, I’ll reward you by letting you come for me.”
Your eyes widened at his words, making eye contact with him for the first time since he flipped you onto your back.
You didn’t want to, but you knew he was going to be able to make you orgasm. His cock kept hitting that sweet spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure to your core, his finger simultaneously rubbing circles on your clit. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt yourself getting close, your mouth open as tiny gasps left your lips.
“C’mon baby, come for me,” he begged, wanting to see your body squirm as you finished around him. His sudden change of tone, his words sweet and coaxing, made you groan. God, he felt so good inside you. You relished in the way his hands were leaving bruises along your hips as he disregarded your feelings and held on to you as tight as he could.
“Come around me before I get angry again,” He demanded. You felt your walls tighten at his words, the pressure that had been building up releasing all at once. You cried out, your moans bouncing off the walls, your sobbing getting drowned out by your cries of pleasure.
“Fuck—“ he grunted. “That’s it.” He watched you shake below him and that was enough to unravel him as he came inside you.
Your eyes shot open, “No…” you cried, not wanting him to finish inside you.
It sounded like a bear was in the room as he moaned loudly. His cock pumped every ounce of cum it could deep into you, ignoring your plea.
Swears pooled off his tongue as he filled you, his warm seed dripping out of you. You could hear the way his cock pushed the liquid out of you as he thrusted in, the obscene noises making you close your eyes in horror.
Hopper slowed his pace before collapsing on top of you, his mouth kissing your nipple as he laid against your chest.
You began to cry as he caught his breath. He stood back up and pulled out of you, the liquid he had been holding inside you came dripping out.
“God, look at you,” his eyes traced along your ravished body, licking his lips as he admired his masterpiece.
After he settled himself and pulled his pants back on, he scooped you into his arms and carried you off his desk. He set you down and unlocked your handcuffs, taking your wrists in his palms and rubbing them soothingly.
You looked up at him, your tears subsided finally, and he smiled before placing a kiss on the top of your head.
“We should get you home.”
You nodded your head in agreement as Hopper helped get you dressed.
Maybe there was something wrong with you because even after all that, you wanted nothing more than for Hopper to punish you like that again. Your legs caved in, sore from the pounding, Hopper’s arms holding you up. He carried you like a doll in his arms out to his truck. You hated that you leaned into his touch and Hopper hated that he unleashed this side of himself onto you. You both knew this was only the beginning of something more.
Now that Hopper had you, he wasn’t going to be able to stop. You cuddled closer into his warmth as the outside air blew through your exposed legs. You hadn’t seen this side of Hopper before; the caring and sweet side that is currently carrying you to his truck, making you feel safe in his arms. Maybe this was a side of him that he only wanted you to see and that made your heart skip a beat.