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It wasn’t unusual to find Joyce and Karen at the Hideaway on a Friday evening. Their kids were always out doing something or at Karen’s house with Ted supervising, so they made it a weekly tradition of making Friday their designated girls night.
Joyce had struggled to leave the house on their recent outing due to a major problem- Hopper.
No one knew they had been in a relationship for three weeks, not even the kids. They wanted to keep it private while they figured out whether it was going to work out or not. And that was such a struggle for them, as they both really couldn’t keep their hands off of each other and they had such little alone time.
Hopper had gone round to hers after he had dropped El off at the Wheelers as he saw that the boys were also there. As soon as she opened the door to him, he pushed his way into her house and slammed her back against the closed door, passionately kissing her until they were both breathless and his cock was hardening in his jeans at the sound of her little moans.
After a few minutes of tongues and hands discovering each others bodies, they pulled apart and rested their foreheads together.
“Hi”, Hopper said breathlessly.
“Hi”, she returned with a giggle. “I missed you”.
Hopper chuckled. “Baby you have no idea”.
He kissed her again and squeezed her breast so she’d moan and open her mouth for his inquisitive tongue.
But this time, before she could melt too much into it, Joyce remembered her plans for the evening and pulled away from Hopper once again.
“Hop I’m sorry I gotta get ready. I’m going out with Karen remember”. She brushed her hands up and down his arms when he pouted. But that sadness didn’t last long as he attached his lips to her neck and sucked harshly at her pulse point, naughtily hoping that if he couldn’t convince her to stay with him, at least he’d be doing something that would make her evening hell with Karen and make her regret leaving him.
“Stay”, he mumbled into her neck. “Let me lay you out on the bed and devour you like a five course feast”.
Joyce moaned in annoyance. She wanted that so badly, but in her good conscience, she just couldn’t cancel on Karen so she could stay home and get fucked until she couldn’t remember her own name by her secret boyfriend.
Joyce gently pushed him away and he poked out his bottom lip and fluttered his eyelashes, causing her to laugh.
“Don’t try that with me James Hopper, you know I struggle to resist you”. She sternly pointed at him, but with a hint of playfulness. He chuckled as he already knew that he was irresistible to her, just like she was to him. But knowing he was fighting a losing battle, he moved his body off of Joyce’s and let her walk a few steps away from the door.
Joyce turned and grabbed his hand to pull him towards her bedroom. His eyebrows suddenly shot up in intrigue, but noticing this, Joyce was quick to shut him down.
“I know what you’re thinking, and there’s gonna be no funny business here”, she chuckled. “You can lie on the bed and give me fashion advice, tell me if I look good or not”.
He huffed and threw himself on the bed, still slightly annoyed that he wasn’t able to fuck Joyce all night like he planned. “You know I think you look fucking sexy in whatever you wear so I’m probably not gonna be the help you want”.
She laughed. “Yeah alright Casanova, doesn’t matter how hard you try, you’re not getting your head between my legs right now”.
Hopper groaned at the mental image, and it didn’t help when Joyce stripped herself of her lounge clothes to reveal a matching lacy black underwear set that didn’t leave anything to his imagination.
“Fucking look at you, can’t blame a man for trying”, he admitted through gritted teeth.
Joyce pulled her makeup out of her drawers and sat in front of her mirror. She asked Hopper about his week and listened intently as he told her about the latest drama happening in Hawkins between 80 year old Doris and the 10 year old twin boys who kept leaving live frogs in her mailbox. Hopper returned the question and asked Joyce about hers. She said it was quite a boring week, but then accidentally revealed that Donald had reduced her break times from an hour to 30 minutes as there were too many jobs to be done, which had Hopper clenching his fists and offering to punch the shit out of Donald for her, which she politely declined.
When she was done with her makeup, she turned to Hopper and he had to hold himself back from pouncing on her. He found her insanely attractive anyway, but Joyce when she glammed herself up was something that Hopper dreamt about. She somehow made herself look even more perfect, even though he didn’t know that was actually possible.
She pulled on her first outfit choice but immediately shook her head at how the purple blouse that had been sitting in her closet for the past ten years, didn’t really suit her anymore.
Joyce put on her second outfit choice, the same jeans as before, but with a thin v neck jumper that showed way too much cleavage for Hoppers liking.
He cleared his throat. “Um, don’t you think you’re gonna be too hot in a jumper? Remember how hot it gets in there when it gets crowded at the weekend”. Lies.
Joyce agreed and quickly pulled it off. Instead she tried on a black body tight dress, that showed off her incredible curves and again, showed way too much cleavage for Hoppers liking.
Joyce gleamed in the mirror as she was finally happy with her outfit, unable to think of any problems with it.
“No”, Hopper whispered as he sat up, unable to hold back again.
Joyce’s head shot around to him with a confused look.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I can’t let you go out like that if I’m not there”.
Joyce scoffed. She couldn’t believe what he had just said to her as he was starting to sound a lot like Lonnie did during their marriage.
“What’s wrong with my outfit Hopper?”, Joyce abruptly asked, her defences starting to come up.
He laughed. “Look at you! You look like a fucking model! Meaning every sleezy guy in that bar is gonna try their luck with you, because they don’t know that you’re actually my girl!”.
Hopper sighed and lowered his eyes when he finished talking, making Joyce realise his little outburst actually came from a place of insecurity and wasn’t him being a possessive asshole that was trying to control her life, like Lonnie did.
“I just…”, he began fiddling with some loose cotton on her bed sheet. “I just don’t want a guy to try it on with you, and for you to realise that you’d actually be happier with him than you are with me”.
Joyce had to pull her dress up slightly so she could straddle Hoppers lap. As soon as her knees were placed beside his body, his hands automatically made their way to her waist.
She held his face between her hands and made sure he was looking at her when she spoke so he knew her words were genuine.
“Listen to me, Hop. No man in that bar tonight, and no man in the entire world, will ever steal me away from you. Hop I thought I made it clear that I was in this for the long run?”.
“I know but… are you sure I’m enough for you, even with all my insecurities and flaws?”, Hopper uncharacteristically timidly asked.
She smiled. “Especially with your insecurities and flaws, they’re my favourite part about you. Shows me you’re human and not just the emotionless Chief persona that you show to everyone in this town”. They both chuckled. “Hop you have nothing to worry about, I promise. The only person I’m gonna be talking to is Karen, no one else”.
Joyce surged down and attempted to kiss away his worries. What he didn’t know was that she had actually been his for the past 30 years, even when they were apart. She had always felt this magnetic pull to Hopper, no matter what happened, they had always found their way back to each other. Like there was a subconscious need to always be near each other. They were soulmates.
Without breaking the kiss, Hopper lowered them down so he was lying on his back and Joyce’s hair was falling across both of their faces. Her hips instinctively ground against him, causing him to groan into her mouth. She giggled when she found he became instantly rock hard.
“You’re so hard”, Joyce whispered into their kiss, as her hand snaked down his body and squeezed his cock. She giggled again with elation when he thrusted into her grip.
“ ‘cos you’re so fucking hot. And you’re mine, you’re all mine”, he groaned as his lips moved down to her neck, suddenly deciding he wanted to give her a matching hickey on the other side of her neck.
Joyce moaned and slid her fingers through his hair on the back of his head, keeping him close. “You can’t…you can’t leave a mark Hop. It was annoying enough covering up the first one”.
Hopper grinned into her skin but obeyed, not wanting to get on her nerves before sending her out into the wild that was full of horny, gross men.
He pulled back and reluctantly let her crawl off of his lap. But, much to his surprise, Joyce tied her hair into a low ponytail using the hair tie on her wrist, kneeled on the floor between Hoppers legs and began to pull down his jeans and underwear at the same time.
Hopper quickly moved to his elbows and watched her face light up as his leaking erection sprung free from his clothed prison.
“I thought you had to go?”, he breathlessly asked.
She smirked as her hand began a slow, tortuous journey up and down his shaft. “Oh baby, you think I would ever blue ball you like that?”.
Joyce didn’t wait for an answer as her lips engulfed his highly sensitive tip , causing Hopper to throw his head back with a loud groan.
Knowing she was still on a time limit, Joyce bobbed her head up and down with fervour. She made sure to hum as she moved as she knew it would cause Hoppers eyes to roll into the back of his head. Joyce smiled as she looked up and found she had succeeded.
Just as Hopper was about to link his fingers through her hair and let her know how good she was doing, a knock at the door interrupted them. Joyce’s mouth jumped off of his cock and they both stared at each other with wide eyes.
“Who is it?”, Hopper demanded through a whisper. “Could it be one of the kids?”.
Joyce looked at the watch on her wrist and groaned at how late she didn’t realise it was. “Fuck it’s Karen, I didn’t realise how late it was. Just…”, she stared at his aching cock whilst she thought of what to do with Karen. “Just gimme 2 secs Hop ok, and be quiet”.
Joyce flattened her dress out, took her shoes off and quickly wiped off the rest of her lipstick to give Karen the impression that she wasn’t ready yet. She opened the door with an apologetic smile.
“Karen! I’m so sorry I’m running so behind I’m not ready yet! Please come in, sit on the couch, I promise I won’t be too long!”.
Karen waved her off. “Oh hush don’t worry about it hun. But-“, she looked around the house but was met with emptiness. “- is Jim here? I saw his truck outside?”.
Joyce internally scolded herself for not thinking of that. “Yes…he erm…he was here fixing a few things around the house as you know the ol’ Joyce Byers luck, everything seemed to break at the same time! But he hit his head when he was fixing the pipe under my sink, and he started to not feel well, so I told him to take a nap in my room as it was safer than driving home if he had a concussion!”. Joyce nervously laughed, hoping her lie was believable.
Karen scoffed. “Ugh, he’s too good to you guys isn’t he? I wish I had a guy who fixed everything around the house for free, Ted just takes one glance at things and tells me to call a guy!”.
Joyce was awkwardly playing with her hands as part of her was desperate to get back to Hopper and finish him off. “Alright I’m just gonna go finish getting ready and then I’m gonna wake Hop and tell him that we’re going”.
Karen waved her off again. “Take your time. Gives me a little time to snoop at all your cute family photos”. She winked at Joyce, causing her to laugh and shake her head.
Joyce rushed back to her room and licked her lips when she found Hopper lying in the same position and stroking himself.
“We need to be quick”, Joyce whispered as she pushed his hand off of his cock. “And you need to keep quiet”.
Her mouth quickly engulfed the entirety of his cock until her lips were touching his pelvis and his tip was deep down her throat. Hopper had to muffle his groan in his hand at the fact that she didn’t gag.
It didn’t take long for him to finish. Joyce bobbed her head for probably about 20 seconds until Hopper was grabbing the back of her head and shooting his load down the back of her throat with a deep groan that was hidden in a pillow.
Joyce stood up, wiped the leaking come off the side of her mouth and went to the mirror so she could reapply her make up.
Once she was finished, she put on her heels on and grabbed her bag. Joyce couldn’t help but chuckle at Hopper who was still lying on her bed with his flaccid cock out, heaving in the pillow that was still across his face. She loved having that effect on him.
Joyce pulled the pillow from his face. “Ok I’m going now. The kids are staying at the Wheelers so are you staying here and gonna be here when I get back? I’ve got beer and leftovers in the fridge if you want any of that?”, she whispered.
Hopper nodded and smiled. “I’ll be here”.
Joyce smiled and leaned down to give him a small peck. “I’ll see you later then”.
“Yep, see you later”. But what Joyce didn’t realise was with the plan Hopper had just formed in his head, she would be seeing him a lot sooner than she realised.