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It had been an excruciating amount of time in which Joyce has felt any source of romantic connection. Not even her sweet Bob gave her little butterflies in her stomach every time he walked by.
Lonnie had, in the early stages of their marriage. But like all the other things in her life, that went to shit. And, that was a very long time ago.
No, no, the only one who had ever made her feel genuine flutters in her stomach by simply thinking of them was Jim. Jim Hopper.
It had been a couple of months since she had excepted the fact that she was in love with him. She had finally stopped fighting feeling. It made her feel like a giddy schoolgirl all over again, and the funniest part was it was the same guy she felt giddy for, just decades later.
He’d always had a connection with her.
Bob was a stable man. No baggage. No emotional distress. Just a sweet guy that wanted a family. She felt the guilt of losing him every day.
But, almost 2 years later, he was no longer a sad thought, but a distant memory.
The first time she had realized that Jim Hopper had been impacting her this much was in the early stages of her and Bob’s relationship.
He stopped into Melvalds almost every day. Just to check on her. To check on her.
It was just a little gestures like that that caused her to catch herself smiling. She excepted it as nothing but close friendship. Bob loved her, and that was enough.
But it wasn’t.
She knew that deep down that the feelings she had in high school were resurfacing.
It was only a matter of time before she really excepted that Bob was gone, and hopper could only come as a source of comfort. It was crazy how comforting a man could be by simply being around her she thought.
She noticed how he was an aggravated, annoyed, grump around everybody but her. She noticed how much she liked that. She noticed how he would sometimes call her, "Joy,” and the little blush that crept upon her cheeks. She noticed the way his knee would accidentally bump hers, and the smile on her face. She noticed how much she really did love him.
He cared so much about her, and she cared so much about h-
“Hello?” Shit. Was she calling someone? What was happening?
“Hi uh-“ she cleared her throat, running her hands through her hair thinking about how stupid she looked, and sounded… and felt. She remembered in a blur that she had instinctively dialed his number.
It was 12 o’clock at night. The boys were at the Wheeler’s spending the night. What was she doing? What should she say? Who calls someone without any intention on what they would say?
She was down bad.
“Hi Jim, uh.”
Hopper began to feel panic rise in his chest. The use of his full name, and the fact that she was calling this late cause his mouth to go dry.
“Joyce is everything okay?” He said, trying to muster a calm voice despite his racing thoughts.
“Yeah” she practically yelled, “um yes, everything’s fine.” Jesus Christ. She swiped the bangs from her eyes and heard his soothing voice through the phone.
“Where are the boys Joy?” The concern still in his voice even though she had just told him everything was fine.
There it was. Joy. Damn why wasn’t she able to hide the smile on her face when hearing him simply saying her name.
“The Wheelers, where’s El?” Was she making small talk now? What’s going on.
“She’s at the Wheeler’s too, something about a campaign or something,” the worry in his voice completely subsided and he bagan to relax again.
“Oh yeah trust me I hear all about it.” She heard him muffle a little snort into the phone.
Hopper still wondered why she called, he missed her, badly. The two of them often visit each other at work, their houses, and call frequently, but they hadn’t been able to fully be with each other.
“So I was uh wondering…” she bagan after a few beats.
“If you wanted to like. Come over?” she questioned.
His eyebrows raised and his mouth fell agape. Before he could reply she corrected herself.
“I- I mean. Like, not tonight, of course…” he was a working man Joyce Byers.
“I know you’ve gotta lot going on and with work and all…” she was waving her hands around like Hopper could some how see her.
Jim was slightly confused at her request and what she was really trying to say, but he replied with his playful voice as usual.
“Actually works been slow, and like I said El’s not here, I’m really not doing anything.” He said, trying to hide the smile in his voice.
She was so in love with her and he knew it.
Joyce on the other end, felt a sense of happy nervousness.
He heard the smile through her voice when she said “oh! Okay! That sounds great!” Joyce you sound way too eager.
She cleared her throat and continued, “Hop, it’s pretty late… are you sure?” She fucking hoped he was sure.
“Course, I mean, as long as your good with that?” he added.
“Definitely!” he heard that smile through her voice again.
“Okay, we’ll see ya in about… 15!”
“Perfect! See ya.” she was practically twirling her hair and jumping around.
She hung up the phone and moved to her bedroom in what was basically a skip.
Get together woman.
She took a quick look in the mirror; jeans, flannel, frizzy hair, maybe she should brush it?
She picked up her comb and brushed through the locks.
She looked into the mirror with a slight nod of approval to herself and added a little extra lip tint.
That’ll do.
A few minutes of her frantically pacing around, and biting her lips, she finally saw his headlights shining through her front blinds.
She quickly made sure she looked okay, and hurried to the door to open it before he was even on her porch.
When the hell did she get so exited to see him?
He wore his usual hat, and she guessed that he’d gotten off of work recently because he still wore his khaki uniform.
She gripped onto the doorknob and watched with a smile as he hurried to the door, not wanting to make her wait.
“Hey Hop!” She said. He hadn’t seen her eyes this bright since… he can’t remember.
She scolded herself for seeming too eager again, but who could blame her? She’d regained feelings for her high school boyfriend, besides, he even didn’t seem disgusted by her.
“Hi Joy,” he said through that damn smile that always got her.
She let him inside and shut the door to block out the chill beginning to lurk in.
She couldn’t help but loop her arms up and around his broad shoulders, raising to her toes the be able to burry her cheek to his chest. He seemed to hug her back with just as much warmth, fully wrapping his arms around her torso and almost lifting her.
They pulled away and Hopper wasn’t sure what he was going to even say so he just said, “Good to see ya Joyce. I’ve missed ya.” he smiled, his voice unwillingly said the second sentence quieter.
She, still close to him only smiled brighter at his words.
“I missed you too,” since when did they appreciate eachother so much.
The amount of understanding between them was astounding, and the two were so grateful they’d almost never have to use words to understand one another, like now.
Hopper couldn’t fucking take it anymore, I’m what seemed like a millisecond, he bent down, rested a hand on her cheek, and pressed his lips to her.
Joyce’s thoughts were flying around, but at the same time she went blank. This couldn’t be platonic, right? Was she really this obvious? Is this happening? Oh, maybe she should register him, and kiss him back like she so desperately wanted to.
Before she could even raise her hands to his chest he pulled away. Damn it.
Hopper’s mouth was slightly agape, his pupils were blown, and his eyebrows knotted together in anxiety.
Had he just thrown over thirty years of chemistry and friendship out the window.
Joyce, still speechless, was just frozen, with an expression he couldn’t read. Disgust? He thoughts she liked him. Anger? No, he knew when she was pissed at him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, thinking of a reasonable explanation for what he just did. An impulse? No, it meant so much more, it wasn’t just a heat of the moment thing. He’d wanted this for many years. Hopper, be an staring inwardly because of his inability to meet her staring eyes.
Still, nothing from Joyce until she just as quickly leaped at him and much fiercfully, crashed her lips to his.
Jim quickly moved his warm hands to her hips and kissed her back.
Her arms grabbed his muscular biceps as she tried to feel all of him at once.
His hands slid from her hips, to her back, to her hair, to her face, and finally grabbing her ass as he felt a high pitched whimper from Joyce. She could feel him smiling against her mouth as she began deepening the kiss and chasing his tongue.
Hop happily obliged and gripped her ass tighter, allowing one of his hands to return to her hair.
She wasn’t sure when it happened, but they had somehow simultaneously shifted so that she was pushing against the door, with her chest flush to his. She could feel the warmth throughout her body, and the definite blush on her cheeks.
The familiar throbbing between her legs when he was around became unbearable, so Joyce pulled her legs together in attempt to relieve some pressure. This did not go unnoticed by Hopper, and he moved his mouth to her jawline. Was he trying to torture her?
Her head lulled back, allowing him more access to her neck. If she said she was thinking about the marks he was leaving, she’d be lying. Her hand raked through his hair as he nipped at her neck and soothed it with his tongue. Her breath was ragged and the small gasps he heard only tented his pants even more.
Him. Jim Hopper, was making Joyce Byers feel this way. Jesus.
Hopper moved lower to her collar bone, and Joyce was biting her lips so heard she swore she tasted blood. Why was she trying to be quiet anyway? No one was home, so she released her bottom lip and in that exact moment, Hopper had hit a particularly sensitive spot, earning a loud moan from her. She raked her hand through his hair and tugged, and it undoubtedly would’ve hurt if he didn’t feel so fucking good right now.
She needed more.
She reached up to the collar of his uniform and slightly pulled him from the crook of her neck. He was so damn hot. She was happy to see his breathing labored as well.
Looking up at him both her blown pupils, she searched his eyes. It was almost as if he felt the same way, the same hunger in his eyes, blush on his cheeks, and his swollen lips reminded her that this really was happening. Finally.
“Jim,” she finally got out through her coarse voice due to her yelps.
He didn’t pick up a single sense in which she felt regretful, and her eyes still showed the same amount of arousal as before, but he still began to panic.
“What’s wrong? You okay? I-“ his hand fell from her hip, suddenly feeling like he was invading her privacy.
She immediately chimed in, “Nothing! Hop I’m great, why are you okay?” her eyebrows furrowed.
“Fucking fantastic Joy,” he grinned, pressing their foreheads together.
There it was again, her expression relaxed, and she smiled.
“Good ‘cause I was gonna tell you to come to bed.” she breathed, pushing off the door and spinning them around so that Joyce was now pulling him by the collar towards her room.
He smiled for an answer, afraid of what he’d say instead of a simple yes.
The two headed in a not so graceful manner to her bedroom, with Joyce leading them backwards, she bumped into a coffee table by the couch and only broke eye contact with him to look at the table and returned to him, the pair giggling along the way.
With cute little pecks to the lips, and a few stumbles over their limbs, they made it to her room and Hopper kicked the door open, not wanting to loose momentum or have Joyce crash into it.
They were both still laughing, but it was muffled when Hopper pulled her in and kissed her.
Her harms gripped his shoulders as Hopper continued to back them up and gently place Joyce onto her bed, lips still never parting.
He propped himself on his arms to make sure he didn’t crush her, but in response, Joyce pushed his arms to the side, wanting to feel the weight of him, wanting no space between them, wanting him to completely envelop her.
Hopper broke apart from Joyce’s lips to move his hands just slightly under her baggy shirt, searching her eyes for approval. Considering that Joyce’s eyes were rolled back, and the arch of her back into his touch, that was the clarity he needed.
His hand moved agonizingly slow and she couldn’t help but whimper at his teasing, she arched her back up from the mattress and tried to grind her hips with his, but his other hand grounded her and stopped it from squirming.
For what seemed like ages, he finally reached the material of her basic bra. She moaned into his ear at the feeling of him grazing his hand over her chest, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Hopper added more pressure to he fabric covered breast, and Joyce was almost certain she’d soaked through her fucking jeans. That’s a first.
Hopper finally pulled the shirt completely over her head and discarded it somewhere across the room. He then reached towards the claps of her bra and struggled to u do the stubborn bastards.
Joyce smugly smiled up at him and raised her eyebrows, not needing to say what he knew she was telling him.
“Hey, it’s been a while,” he retorted through a grin, finally parting the clasps and she rolled her eyes playfully.
Their lips met again and Hopper no longer held back.
His hand began massaging one and Joyce once again reached for his hair, tightening her legs around him wondering if he could feel her wetness through the layers of clothes they both had on.
She gasped and her head fell back as his mouth found its way to her opposite breast, leaving open mouthed to her tits. As his hand began twirling her nipple into a firm peak, his mouth sucked and slightly bit down on the nub, causing a gravely yelp from her. He then twitched his hand and mouth and got the same reaction from her. He returned to her mouth and she attacked and twirled her tongue with his, as he let the weight of her breasts settle in his hands, he was astonished by how perfectly they fit in his palms. Where had she been hiding these?
Joyce guided Hop to slickly sit up so she could begin working on the buttons of his shirt as he unzipped her jeans. She quickly kicked them off and Hopper pulled his shirt off, it was probably the hottest thing Joyce has ever seen, his chest, his exposed muscular arms, his fucking stomach. She didn’t notice she was biting her lip and staring until she caught him doing the same thing towards her. They laughed and she reached for his fly, as soon as she got his belt undone and his fly open, she’d cupped his cock over his boxers and moaned when he twitched in her hand. She just knew he’d be big and goosebumps of anticipation crawled up her arms.
Hopper kicked off his pants and Joyce suddenly pulled his boxers down without warning, springing him free of the fabric. Hopper and her gasped in sync at the sudden change, and the fucking sight of his hard cock she’d been dreaming about. He was fucking big, he was a large guy over all, and she’d heard the towns talk of his talent in bed, they were not lying, and he was huge.
Hopper looked at her soaked underwear and rested his hands on her thighs with his thumbs running under the seams, his mouth practically watered. She lifted her hips and allowed him to pull them down.
He just stared, looking from her face, to the freckles in her shoulders, the the smoothness of her hips, to the mounds of her perfect tits, to her thighs, to the way her hair sprawled out onto the pillow, to her glistening pussy, sometime, he’d take his time with her, taste every inch of her body.
She’d dreamed about tasting his cock, but right now what she needed was him, and she needed him right now.
Hopper, as off almost reading her mind breathed, “What do you need?”
“You.” a beat, “Now.”
He leaned back forward and the two were locked in a searing kiss. Her nerve endings were on fire, no one had ever made her feel even remotely close to what he was causing. Just the thought of him being inside her cause her to clench around nothing and grow impatient.
Hoppers hand traveled just above where she needed him most, and she finally felt his fingers slick through her wet folds.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, resting her head on his shoulder.
One of his digits grazed her clit and she felt the need to kissing till he was even more breathless, so she cupped both his cheeks and did just that. She tightened her legs as she felt his hand sliding near her entrance.
They needed air, so they broke apart and she hears Hop whisper, “You’re so wet Joy,” if she wasn’t turned on before, that sure as hell did it.
He slid a finger into her warm entrance and the woman was so goddamn tight his cock felt like it would explode just thinking about being surrounded by her. She began thrusting her hips up, which cued him to begin thrusting into her. She was merely focused on the feeling of his that she had no idea she was gripping his back, leaving small crescents along his back from the indent of her nails.
“You’re gorgeous Joyce.” he breathed into her ear, nipping on her earlobe causing her breathing to become forced and an overwhelming amount of love towards the man.
He began rubbing her clit and her Maine’s became more erratic and she had completely no control over her body right now. All she knew was that it fucking felt good, and she loved the man fucking her. What else would she need.
She reached her hand down to still his moving wrist.
“Hop, I-I’m not gonna last.” he swiped the bangs stuck to her forehead due to her sweat and then rested the hand on her cheek.
“I need you inside me Jim.” he completely stopped the finger inside her and slowly released it from her clenching walls. The loss of pleasure caused her to almost whine, but then she remember what was to come. (Literally)
She snaked her hand down and wrapped her hand around his bulging cock and gave it a few strokes and he grumbled above her. He slicked himself through her dripping folds and earned something along the lines of “Jesus Hop,”
He poked at her entrance and it took all his will power to not burry himself deep into her. His quiet praises were so damn hot, she’d never met someone this vocal, and she was here for it. Inch by inch he slid into until she was completely full of him, she questioned how he was even hitting that spot inside her, and wrapped her legs so tightly around him, wanting to remain as close to him as possible.
As the two adjusted to the feeling of each other, which was overwhelmingly arousing they began to move. At first, it was shallow slow thrusts and slight growls and gasps, but it quickly turned into heavy pants and uncontrolled thrusts. Joyce was practically screaming and barley heard Hoppers low voice say
“I’m so close Joy, I’m not gonna last Im sorry,” she quickly kissed his as hard as she could and said “I’m right there with you baby,” and at that, she felt his fingers circling her clit and soon enough she was crying out, clenching his cock until he lost it as well, her walls fluttered as he filed her up and they rode out their orgasms together.
That was by far the best sex either of them had.
He collapsed on top of her and she left soothing strokes across his back and returned to earth, not being able to hold back the smile that spread from cheek to cheek.
As soon as Hopper got enough energy, he collapsed to the side of her. The two covered in the afterglow of each other and the way she felt so safe around him. They were silent, until,
“So you’re calling me baby now…” said Hopper, rolling to his side to face her. Her response was a smug smirk, a roll of her eyes, and he could tell that she was blushing.
She never met his eyes but she replied, “You didn't seem to mind as I recall.” trying to hide her smirk.
Now it was Hoppers turn to roll her eyes and even though she wasn’t looking at him, she could feel him doing it.
He laced their hands together and even after all of that, Joyce still felt flutters in her stomach.
“No I fucking love it,” he said, finally watching her face him.
She stared at him, his striking blue eyes, his small smile. She loved him.
“Hopper.” she started, beginning to stare inwardly at herself, pondering in thought.
“Joyce.” he said telling her to go on as he rubbed her hand with his thumb and left a reassuring squeeze.
God, she felt so safe. She returned to his gaze.
“I love you.” she said, and if Hopper wasn’t this close to her, he would have never heard her.
He’d waited to hear these words form her mouth since high school and he was filled with complete adoration and he felt his eyes sting.
“I love you too Joyce.” she finally heard those words from him, she untangled their fingers and embraced every part of him.
He held her close as her arms looped around his neck, both trying to hold back their tears. She was filled with relief, certainty, and was so overly joyful that they’d gotten here. Hopper felt his shoulders relax as he held her tight and released a breath he’s been holding since 11th grade.
Finally.