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You came from strange family that’s for sure. Your entire life you’ve trained for what many people thought were mythical creatures. Monsters that parents used to scare their children for misbehaving, but for you, those stories were real.
Your family came from southern Mexico and had immigrated to America a few hundred years ago. Using the knowledge and weapons that were passed down from your tribe, your family had been very successful in eliminating the dangers that threatened the country. Now, it was rare to encounter monsters, but not uncommon.
You felt a disturbance, a shift in the air one day in November, 1983. The hairs on the back of your neck rose, sending a cold shiver that trickled down your spine and you weren’t the only one. Your family quickly conjured up the coordinates of where the disturbance was coming from and sent you to investigate.
“Welcome to Hawkins.” You read the sign softly. Large green trees greeted your vision. You deeply breathed in the fresh air, allowing it to expand your lungs. You drove for a few miles until you finally reached the town. It seemed like any other small sleepy town you have visited, nothing really out of the ordinary. But you felt it. Whatever had caused that shift in the air that day was stronger.
You tightened your grip on the steering wheel and blew air from your plump pink lips. You unintentionally pressed more weight on the gas pedal. A few moments later you heard sirens and the flashing of blue and red lights reflected off your rear view mirror.
“Valiendo madre.” You cursed and began to slow down, pulling off to the side of the road. You reclined back and folded your arms as a tall man approached your car. He tapped on your window, signaling you to roll it down. You did as he asked and lazily looked at him, eyes gazing at his name tag reading “Hopper.”
Something about the man made him attractive to you. You don’t know if it was how his tall body could dominate you or his large hands that could easily wrap themselves around you.
You wanted to fuck him.
“Something wrong, officer.” Your voice was deep but soft and light. The man gazed into your brown eyes.
“Chief,” He corrected you. “And yeah, mind telling me why you were going 45 on a 25?”
“Shit really?” You exclaimed, pretending to be shocked. “I’m really sorry about that, Chief. I didn’t notice I was driving that fast.”
“You’re not from around here.” He stated. You didn’t look like your average Hawkins resident. You had long silky hair that reached your lower abdomen. Deep brown almond eyes and a hooked nose. You wore red tribal tattoos that contrasted against your dark brown skin on both sides of your upper arm shoulders and chest. A thin red line that began on your bottom lip ran along your chin and neck to right before the valley of your breasts.
An obsidian arrowhead pendant dangled around your neck, on top of your white tank top. To others you seemed like a punk, often associating tattoos with violence and gangs. But to you, they were sacred markings on your body. The symbols that were carefully dabbed on by a needle were for protection against evil, they were a shield from dark magic.
Hopper looked at you with curious blue eyes.
You’re beautiful.
“I’m not. I actually just got here.” You told him. He raised a brow.
“What brings you into town?”
“Just visiting.” You replied with a shrug. He nodded and pulled out a notepad from his back pocket.
“Hm. . License and registration.” You sucked your teeth.
“Aw c’mon. You’re not gonna let the new girl in town off with a warning?” You playfully pouted, purposefully showing him a better view of your cleavage. He eyed your chest for a moment before shifting his focus on you.
“License and registration.” A sigh escapes from you as you reached into your glove box and handed him the documents. He took a look at your ID and then at you with skepticism. You didn’t look a day over 20.
“You’re 29?” Shrugging, you gave him a wink.
“It’s the indigenous genes.”
“Welcome to Hawkins.” He handed you your ticket and you rolled your eyes.
“Thanks, glad to be here.” You quickly headed back onto the road to your new house.
After settling into your new home for the moment you decided to take a walk around town to see if there was anything abnormal.
You strolled along the sidewalk with your hands in your black flannel. There was a couple people that stared you, a foreigner came into their town and they knew it. You stood out like a sore thumb but you didn’t care. You were proud of who you were and you’d be damned if you felt an ounce of embarrassment.
So far you weren’t picking up anything up. It was definitely in the Hawkins area though. You might need to take a look in the forest.
Your eyes caught the local bar and you figured a drink or two wouldn’t hurt.
You took a seat on one of the stools.
“What can I get for you?” You took a look at the liquor bottles behind him.
“Do you have any tequila?”
“I got Don Julio and Cuervo.” You clicked your tongue at the lack of variety.
“I’ll take the Cuervo.”
“Make that two.” A smiled graced your lips.
“Officer.”
“Chief.” He quickly corrected you as he took a seat beside you.
“Chief.”
“At the bar already new girl?” He joked, taking the shot glass and downing it.
“I’m trying to drink away my sorrows from that fine you gave me.” You teased, swirling the contents of your cup before meeting the brim with your lips. Jim motioned the bartender for another round.
“I actually cut twenty dollars off it.” You laughed, grabbing the next glass.
“How nice of you chief.” You leaned in to him, placing your free hand on his upper thigh. “What about if you cut the entire thing?” The smell of cigarettes, cologne, and alcohol wafted in to your nose. Your eyes stares into his, lust coasting the color of your irises.
“It’ll cost you, new girl.” A laugh ringed from your lips and you drank from the cup.
“It couldn’t be more than the ticket.” You said with a smile.
“It’s up to how much you wanna pay.” Jim smirked.
“However much you want, if you can keep up.” His eyes darkened.
“Don’t test me, new girl.” He warned, his voice low and deep.
“Or what, Chief?” You turned your body to him and leaned in to his ear, lips grazing his skin. “You’ll arrest me? You’ll use your cuffs and fuck me?” Hopper tightly gripped the side of his bar stool, fighting against the urge to fuck you here on the table in front of everyone.
“Christ.” He breathed out. You retreated back and took another swig of your drink.
“If so, then I’ll be more than happy to continue.” Jim quickly turned to the bartender.
“Jake! Put it on my tab!”
“Fuck.” Hoppers eyes rolled back as you dragged your tongue along his neck. You pressed your lips against his, tasting the alcohol that danced on his tongue. He grabbed your ass, squeezing it before picking you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked to his room. He threw you on his bed and a soft grunt left your lips.
“Take off your clothes.” You ordered. Jim laughed before quickly unbuttoning his flannel. As he did, you got on you knees and your hands found his belt, lowering his jeans.
“You’re an impatient brat.” He groaned as you palmed his erection.
“And what about it?” You replied with a smirk. You pulled down the band of his underwear. His cock sprang up, the touching his lower abdomen.
“Your dick is so big.” You told him before licking it from the base to tip.
“Fuck.” He gripped your hair, letting his head fall to the side from the pleasure. You moved your tongue in circles, swirling it around the head for a few moments until you took it in your mouth.
Your cheeks hollowed as you bobbed your head back and forth. A sound would often escape your lips from the sucking every now and then followed by Jim’s groans. His eyes were closed , guiding your head to move faster. You did as he wished while you softly fondled his balls. Hopper felt the pleasure build up, slowly unraveling in his lower stomach. His pants and groans were growing quicker and louder until he pushed you back, your mouth leaving his cock with a pop.
“I don’t want to cum yet.” He panted, his face blushed and glazed in a thin layer of sweat. You licked your lips and spread your legs open.
Hopper quickly latched his mouth on to your pussy. His thick fingers entered you and pumped. You held on to his hair, arching your back. You felt his fingers stretch you, curling in you that made you gasp.
“Hopper.” Your voice quivered.
“You’re so wet.” Jim sucked on the skin on your thighs, creating red bruises.
“Fuck me, please.” You pleaded with tears in your eyes.
“How bad do you want it?” He thrusted his fingers harder and faster. Wet noises erupted and your moans became louder.
“So fucking bad. Please put your dick in me.” You cried out. You needed it so badly you wanted to cry.
“Please, Chief.” You finally called him Chief without him needing to correct you. And that was all it took for him to fall apart and do as you say.
“Is this what you wanted?” You easily slid in your slicked opening and thrusted. “You wanted me to fuck you?” He growled, placing both of his palms on both sides of your head. Your hands were gripping his string biceps.
“Oh, fuck yes.” You cried.
“You’re a slut, teasing me with your tits. You couldn’t wait for my cock, could you?” You groaned. You bit his shoulder, sinking your teeth into his soft skin.
“I’m a slut.” You repeated, loving each stroke from his cock. He stretched you in such a pleasurable way you couldn’t stand it. You felt yourself get wetter and wetter, you were dripping with your liquids.
“I wanted to fuck you in your car and hop on your dick.” As if you weren’t already aroused enough, a fire in your lower abdomen ignited. You pushed him off you and he landed on his back.
He remained there, panting and with a look of shock from your strength.
“We aren’t in your truck, but it’ll do.” You climbed on top of him and aligned his cock on your entrance and lowered yourself. A gasp simultaneously left your mouths. Hopper sat upright and you gripped his shoulders.
“Just like that, sweetheart.” He whispered, taking one of your nipples in his mouth as his finger circled your clit. Your eyes were shut as you moved your hips vigorously to pleasure both him and yourself. You were holding back on your orgasm, not yet wanting to release but you felt it building up and up.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum. Your big dick is too fucking good.” You nearly screamed. Jim gripped your arms and began to roughly fuck you, moving you up and down, causing you to let out screams of pleasure.
“Shit, shit.” He groaned.
“Hopper! I’m cumming!” You came on his dick, liquid squirting out of you. You were screaming his name, Jim continuing to fuck as he finished inside you. He groaned loudly, feeling your pussy tighten around his length. He slid out of you as your highs came down.
Before you realized it, you were on his chest, listening to to the race of his beating heart. You weren’t one to linger around much after a hookup, but this one felt different. His arm was wrapped around you, his thumb caressing your skin.
“Looks like you were able to keep up.”
“I told you not to test me, New girl.”