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Hopper was exhausted after a long day at the station. He clocked out earlier, leaving his duties on Powell’s hands, saying that he needed some alone time with his girlfriend while the kids were away at the Wheelers. The man laughed and sent him off with a smug grin on his face.
Before reaching their home in the town’s outskirts, he stopped at a 7-Eleven to pick up a bottle of wine, or two as it turned out, and a chocolate box, the caramel filled kind for they were Joyce's favourites. On his way out, he asked the cashier for a pack of Camels and checked out, then headed back to his car.
He parked his car next to Joyce's and turned off the engine, then carried his purchases inside. Joyce was sitting on the couch, her legs stretched on the coffee table, watching television with the lights dimmed. She turns her head and smiles warmly, pausing the movie “Hey, you’re home early.”
“Thought we could do something nice since the kids aren’t home until tomorrow morning.”, Hopper greets her with a kiss then places the bottles and chocolate next to her feet on the small table.
Joyce’s eyes roll as she looks at him in a way that makes his stomach drop “You know you didn’t have to, Hop.”, she breathes, without sounding ungrateful. He drops himself on the couch, next to her, and places his hand around Joyce's shoulders. She leans on him and sighs contently.
“Fine, then you’re not having any”, he pouts and slides the bottles over to the end of the table, closer to himself.
She chuckles and bites the corner of her lower lip, before standing “I’ll bring the glasses.”, then she adds ”And a corkscrew.”
Joyce returns soon enough and passes the corkscrew over to Hop. As he’s struggling to pull out the cork, she unboxes the chocolate and starts biting into them one by one. He looks over with the corner of his eye and smirks, faking annoyance. “Seems like we won’t be sharing.”
She laughs, a sound that goes straight to Hop’s heart “There’s plenty left.” Joyce reasons.
The bottle pops open and he fills both their glasses. They drink their wine gradually, recalling memories from high school and their youth as time passes by. Hop offers Joyce a cigarette and she picks it up gracefully between two fingers as he pats his pockets, seeking his lighter. Having lit both their cigarettes they lean against one another while smoking in a comfortable silence.
Hop turns his head and places a kiss on her forehead as Joyce takes another drag and coughs, mumbling something about his damn cigarettes being too strong. She lifts her chin and catches his lips in clumsy kiss, melting into it and savouring the comfort and familiarity of his presence.
When they part Joyce asks “Any ideas on what we could do besides drinking ourselves to sleep?”
He hums, intrigued “Why? Do you have anything in mind?”
Joyce chuckles softly as she exhales, her eyes dancing with mischief “Well, I do have an idea or two…”, her fingers trace unruly patterns on his arm. He gulps and pretends that Joyce's implications went over his head. She’s obviously tipsy, unlike him who has built up his alcohol tolerance over the years and wouldn’t fall victim to gas station wine.
“Pray tell.”, he mimics her thin and light voice.
She mockingly shoves him with her right shoulder, unable to move any on his weight at all, and laughs before her voice turns lower “I was thinking… maybe we could relax together.”, she says “You could rub my shoulders.”
Hop raises his eyebrows, though satisfied “You sure know how to take advantage of an old man.” He knows Joyce doesn’t ask for stuff, feeling as though he’s done more than enough for her already, but the few glasses of wine seem to have made her forget. He finishes his smoke and reaches to extinguish his cigarette into the ashtray on the table then faces Joyce. He turns her away from him, cuffs his sleeves and cracks his knuckles one by one. His large, calloused hands wrap around the sides of the base of her neck, squeezing too hard.
Joyce jumps and hisses “Fuck- Jesus Christ, Hop. You’re meant to massage them, not to break my bones.”
Hop scoffs, amused, and releases his vise grip on her shoulders. He sometimes forgets just how sensitive and frail Joyce really is. Having gone through so much by his side, Hopper figured she must be some kind of superhero. Resuming the massage, more tenderly this time, she leans back into his touch and groans, tension exiting her muscles. Unexpectedly, shortly after, her body flinches when she falls asleep and gains consciousness a moment later. She sits up straight and attempts to rub the sleepiness away from her eyes.
“You’re drunk off your ass”, he pinches both her sides and she clicks her tongue in annoyance as he laughs.
“That is completely untrue” she denies, although her eyes are already watering and her face is flushed.
Hop stands up and extends his arm to help her up too. Joyce shakes her head, her body limp against the backrest “No, Hop, I'm not tired, I want to stay here with you…”
He sighs and sits back down, obeying quietly. The moment his bottom touches the velvety cushion of the couch, she’s all over him, kissing and pulling him down on her. Taken by surprise, he doesn’t budge, so instead she climbs onto his lap, straddling his thighs with her arms around his neck.
“Woah, darling, slow down.” Hop manages to say between her hurried kisses. Unable to resist the sweet taste of her lips, he pulls Joyce closer as their kisses become deeper and hotter. Her tongue expertly explores his mouth as his hands start moving all over, from her waist down to her ass, which Hop can’t help but fondle.
When Joyce finally pulls back to breathe, Hop notices the pure hunger in her eyes which goes straight down to his crotch. Due to her kids being around most of the time he’s only seen her in mom mode lately and has pretty much forgotten that she’s not so innocent after all. Her hips rock against his thigh, seeking long desired friction.
With no warning, he stands up abruptly, picking her up with him in the process. She yelps and clings onto him by wrapping her legs around his waist as he moves towards the direction of the bedroom.
Once he reaches the bed, he drops her onto her back with a thud. Joyce makes a sound that suggests complaint and looks up at him with a tint of irritation, but before she can make any comments he’s on top of her igniting a seething kiss. Joyce kisses him back just as passionately, her fingers tightening in his hair as she responds to his touch with urgent fervour.
She presses her body against Hop’s, awkwardly humping against his waist through their clothes. He almost crushes her between the mattress and himself but it only seems to make her pant louder.
“You’re never going to have a better round after what’s about to happen.”
“Don’t mess with me because I need you and I need you bad.” she breathes, her voice strict and hoarse.
Hop breathes as he looks into her eyes like a lion at his prey. Joyce was effortlessly beautiful. She has warm eyes that seem to take in everything, with a spark that hints at her intelligence, slight lines surrounding them and the corners of her mouth that reflected her age and hair that falls in soft waves scattered across the pillow. Her fringes stuck to her forehead due to their current activities and Hop felt like he could never get enough of her. Joyce tries to continue humping his thigh but is unable to do so due to their extreme height difference so she bends one knee and presses her centre against his tummy desperately. Hopper growls as he feels her body twitch against him.
Joyce trembles as he moves over to her neck, placing gentle kisses before giving her a hickey somewhere near the base so that she could easily hide it. Her head falls backwards and she lets out a proper moan for the first time causing Hop to smirk “Aren’t you insatiable?”
“You tell me.”, she replies, her hands beginning to unbutton his shirt shamelessly. Once it’s off and discarded on the floor she traces his muscles with her fingertips, shuddering when she feels him flexing them. As Joyce stares intensely at the newly uncovered skin, Hop has already managed to undo hers halfway. She’s wearing a plain white cotton bra, yet it doesn’t fail to make his mouth water. Hop’s always adored how simple and modest Joyce was.
She blushes at his hasty but eager attack to her shirt, excitement crossing her face. Hop’s head sinks lower and he kisses the top of her full breasts and the valley in between them. Her slender fingers brush through his hair as she holds him as close as possible, gasping for air as he sucks on her smooth skin.
Hop’s hand sneaks underneath her to unclasp her bra. It takes way longer than it should for him to realise he doesn’t know how to do it. Joyce picks up on it and whispers, a soft giggle escaping her mouth “Here, let me help,” her fingers deftly unhook her bra clasp with practiced ease, allowing him to remove it the rest of the way “You’re lucky I find this adorable.”, she smirks, her voice breathless.
“What?” Hop asks, fighting the urge to feast on her boobs.
Joyce laughs softly, shaking her head "Oh, you know, the fact that you, with all your charm and suave demeanour, couldn't manage to unclasp my bra. It's honestly kind of endearing," she teases, her voice filled with playful affection and her usual loving tone.
“Shut up or I’ll make you.” he settles his mouth on her breasts. Joyce’s teasing response is interrupted by a sharp gasp as he begins to lavish attention to her bare breasts, her words dissolving into soft moans of pleasure.
“Don’t you dare,” she manages to say between ragged breaths, her body arching up towards his mouth “You’re playing dirty.”
Joyce’s head falls back against the pillow, her body trembling with pleasure as Hop nibbles at her sensitive, stiff nipples. She can barely keep her eyes open anymore so she shuts them, her body responding to each touch with needy moans and squirms.
“H-Hop?” she pleads.
Hop forces himself to lift his head from where it was nestled ”Yes, honey?”
“I need you.” Joyce trembles, fidgeting with his belt, pulling shyly at the material. He swore he could come then and there just by hearing Joyce’s soft voice. Big arms reach downwards to unzip his jeans and Joyce does the same, sliding them off her legs hurriedly.
Despite his erection evidently poking through his boxers, Hopper starts kissing down her body again, causing her stomach to flutter “What are you- oh…“
He scrapes his teeth over her underwear, feeling the outline of her folds. It didn’t take long for her panties to become a damp mess under his ministrations. He pulls the material hiding her labia to the side and dips his tongue between her slick lips, teasing her slowly before reaching her clit, causing her to shiver.
Unable to refrain, he snatches her panties off and places his open mouth over her warm core, making Joyce whimper loudly and bring her slender fingers down to caress his hair. He moans at her sweet taste and sucks on her clit until her thighs squeeze around his head wantonly.
“H-Hop…” she cries, pulling him up by his shoulders to meet her lips, tasting her own slippery arousal on his tongue “Please.”
“Murray was right when he said you were curious about what I’m like in the sack.” he mocks as he pushes his own underwear down.
Joyce laughs and slaps his cheek tenderly “You better close your mouth before I change my mind.”
Hop obliges and bends her knees, spreading her thighs widely. He positions himself between her legs and waits for her eager nod that encourages him as he buries himself inside her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she growls as her insides clench around his impressive size. Joyce was convinced she wouldn’t be disappointed hence Hop’s height pretty much gives it away.
They moan in unison as the first thrust takes place, his cock slipping easily inside her. He picks up a slow pace and Joyce complains from underneath him “Faster.” she whines.
For a five foot three tall woman she’s surely not afraid to go all in.
Hop pounded her into the mattress with each push and she didn’t fail to put up a show. Back arched and her prominent chest sticking outward, Joyce looks like his ultimate fantasy. Hop intends to kiss her, but just before reaching her lips she pushes him on his back with a strength no one suspects such a delicate woman to have.
She climbs on top of him steadily and kisses him roughly as she lowers herself on his throbbing member. It reaches a greater depth in this position and she trembles slightly as his strong hands take hold of her hips.
She props herself up by placing her hands on his muscular frame and starts bouncing up and down with a speed that surprised Hop, her breasts moving at the same pace “Joyce… You beautiful woman.”
Joyce's breath hitches at the praise and she leans forward, her clit flicking against his pelvis with each roll of her hips. Moments after, she starts squirming violently and falls limp on top of Hopper. He follows her shortly, his cock spasming as he spills his seed inside her.
Joyce falls by his side and curls up next to him as they wait for their breaths to even. “I think I sobered up by now…”
Hop lets out a breathy laugh, kissing her soundly “The longer you stay awake, the better, because I’m not planning on finishing with you soon.”
“Bold of you to assume I could go another round.”
“Then we won’t, Joycie.” He snuck an arm around her and grabbed her ass tightly before releasing it.
“Bed. You’re picking up the boys tomorrow morning from the Wheelers.” She grinned and turned her back to him as he spooned her and cupped her bare breast in his hand.
“Me?”
“Yeah, you,” She tried to sound stern, but failed, her voice warm and light “That if you’re planning on living in my house for the foreseeable future.”
He pressed loving kisses to the back of her neck before pulling up the covers over the both of them and falling in a dreamless sleep, tangled around each other.