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Jim felt your small fingers interlock with his own as he walked you back to his truck. You spun around so you were facing him, your backside leaning against the driver's side door, your hands entangled with his. “So…” You said, heat rising to your cheeks.
“So…” he mimicked with a grin.
“I found out my start date,” You mumbled quietly, not wanting to start this conversation. But you knew you had to. Your eyes averted Hopper’s intense visage. You knew he wasn’t going to take this well. “For school, I mean.”
He looked at you, his eyes darkening. “When?” His voice was throaty as he spoke.
You gulped, your eyes finally looking up at his. “Three weeks,” you said softly like a timid child.
You felt Hopper’s hands fall from yours. He moved them onto the truck, one on each side of your shoulders. He growled, “And you’re just telling me this now?”
“I only just found out!”
He squeezed his eyes shut and let his head hang limply. “Fuck,” he breathed. Hopper didn’t want you going back to college. He had tried to convince you to stay. He promised that he would support you. He’d give you everything you wanted. And yet, you told him no. It made Hopper furious, why did you seem to care about school more than him? He had been avoiding the day you told him you’d be going back because that meant leaving him. Five months you’d be gone… And he wouldn’t be able to see you. Your school was across the damn country. Then you’d come home for winter break, and for what? You’d just be going back in a month to do it all over again.
“We still have time together…”
“Not enough.” His voice had grown gravelly, it sent a chill running up your spine. He tilted his head, his nose almost brushing against yours as he leaned down towards you. He hated how you made him love you. “There will never be enough time.”
“I know,” you said feeling small. “I’m sorry.” You felt a tear escape your eyes and trickle down the side of your warming cheeks.
Hopper took in a deep breath and used his thumb to gently wipe away the salty droplets under your eyes. His thumb lingered, brushing soothingly against your cheek. Your head instinctively leaned into his touch.
He slowly brought his face to yours, your lips hovering over one another. You felt yourself stifle a cry, you felt horrible knowing you were the one making Jim upset. He placed a delicate kiss against your parted lips, devouring any sadness that was leaking out of you.
His hand slid to the back of your head, pulling you into him so your bodies clashed against one another. Your hands gripped the bottom hem of his shirt as he kissed you.
He pulled away, his hand still nestled in your hair, his face mollified. “Let’s not talk about this anymore. I just want to take you home with me. Okay?”
You nodded meekly and Hopper placed a kiss on the top of your head.
You had seen the way Hopper’s hands gripped the steering wheel as you drove back to his place, making your heart sore. He was still thinking about it. Obsessing over the fact that you’d be leaving him. It made you recline into your seat, wanting to turn invisible.
Jim was silent as you drove home and he was silent while you both walked in through his cabin door. You gingerly walked in behind him like you were avoiding setting off a bomb, set your things down, and slipped into his bedroom.
You started to take your clothes off, only managing to shed your shirt, when you felt Hopper’s warm hands engulf your hips. You jumped at his touch at first but immediately relaxed into a feeling so familiar. Jim’s hands trailed their way to the waistband of your jeans. Your hands hesitantly went to meet Jim’s and you gently pushed your jeans down your legs. Hopper spun you around to face him, his arms pulling you in close. You looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes again. “Hopper, I’m so, so—“ He cut you off by kissing you. His movements were rough but still laced with love and warmth. You melted into his touch, letting him kiss away all the dread and fear building between the two of you.
He pushed you back so you stumbled into the bed, the back of your knees coming in contact with the mattress. Jim’s lips left trails along your jaw and collarbone as he worked your bra off. You sighed, loving the way his kisses felt on your skin.
Jim stood back and shimmied his own clothes off apart from his boxes and pushed you back against his bed so your hair sprawled out beside you.
“ I love you,” he muttered, his lips coming in contact with your nipple making you gasp.
Your hands immediately rose to Jim’s hair, digging them in deeper as he suckled against you. One of his hands slid between your legs, gently stroking your clothed clit.
You whined, you were already soaking wet.
He pulled back to admire you, then used his fingers to hook around your underwear and tear them away from your skin. Your hands clawed at him, urging him to come closer. He obliged, his weight heavy on top of you while he kissed you again. Jim rolled his hips into you, his hard length pressing right against your clit as he did, making you breathe heavily. “ I love you, too,” you whispered.
He looked at you, your eyes still red and tears staining your cheeks. “You look so pretty when you cry,” he mumbled. You felt your chest flutter, your hands gripping his biceps. He reached down and pulled his boxers off before rubbing his thick finger between your folds. You felt like you didn’t deserve his loving touch at this moment, but you couldn’t hold back your moan, your lips parting as he teased you.
Jim chuckled in the back of his throat as he watched you. He began to rub the bundle of nerves set between your thighs making you arch your back off the bed and into his chest.
“ You like that, baby girl?”
Your eyes were still brisked with tears, so when you squinted in pleasure, they rolled down your face. “Mhm…” you hummed.
One of Hopper’s fingers plunged into you without warning, curling once he was in all the way. You moaned, your cunt stinging slightly but mostly filled with ecstasy. He held still inside you. You went to buck up your hips, pathetically attempting to get Jim’s hand to move. He enjoyed watching you struggle.
You choked when Jim decided to push another finger in, stretching you out. “Baby,” you cried.
“What’s that?” He cooed.
“I don’t deserve this.” Your eyes were closed as he fingered you, tears steadily falling down the side of your face.
He grinned and started to move his fingers in and out. You gripped his arms tightly as you tried not to moan. Jim was growing painfully hard and couldn’t stand to suffer any longer. “ Do you trust me? ” He asked as he pulled out of you, making you humph. You nodded your head impatiently and he dexterously flipped you around so you were on your hands and knees, your head colliding with the bed. His hands were placed against the low of your back, massaging the skin as he wiggled his boxers off. You turned to peer at him. His face was filled with darkness and yours was littered with sorrow.
You usually used condoms since you didn’t like how the pill made you feel, but you trusted him with your whole being. Jim slid into you in one shocking thrust. You yelped burying your face into a mattress to muffle your sounds.
Jim was swearing nonsense under his breath as he waited for you to adjust. Your eyes were closed tightly as you felt him begin to pull out and push back in. You gasped as he bottomed out.
It took a few more go’s before Jim started to pick up speed and force. He held your hips so tight in his hands that you wondered if they’d bruise.
Jim began thrusting, his hips hitting you so hard that you felt the back of your thighs burning as he collided with you.
You moaned desperately loud, his cock hitting your cervix with each pump. Your face was further buried into the mattress and you felt yourself begin to get lightheaded. This is what you deserved. Jim was grunting with each thrust, loud ah’s and erh’s leaving his lips. His hands were pulling you in to meet his hips each time he bottomed out, your skin growing hot beneath his touch.
Just as fast as he had begun, Jim halted. He flipped you around again so you laid sprawled before him.
He was nestled inside you again before a single beat passed. You groaned, clinging to his back as he settled himself inside of you. Jim began kissing your neck, his other hand clutching your head as he thrusted. “ I love you so much, baby,” he mumbled into your hair.
Your lips parted but you were too cockdrunk to even speak. You just mewled beneath him in response.
You could feel yourself growing close, your walls clenching around Jim’s cock. That pried a groan from Jim’s throat, his cock twitching inside you. Your legs and arms wrapped tightly around Jim’s body and he was pressed close against you, his hands tucked beside your face and intertwining with your hair. You never felt so close to him before.
Safe. You felt safe.
Your head buried into Jim’s shoulder, his moans coming out loudly with each thrust now. Your hips instinctively bucked against his, your clit rubbing against his body as you did. You mewled, your nails digging into Jim’s back like claws.
You trembled beneath him, your body was painfully close to orgasm, but you prevented yourself from letting go. Jim mumbled breathlessly in your ear. “ It’s okay, baby .” You felt tears trickle in your eyes. With Jim’s loving words, you unraveled under him. Your walls tightened around Jim and your legs began to shake. You felt your eyes and mouth scrunch up as your orgasm took its time entering your body.
At the height of your high, you felt something hot fill you, accompanied by Jim’s husky growls. Your eyes widened, Jim’s cock expelled his seed into you, the hot liquid already filling you up so much that it had to escape around Jim’s length. You felt the tears rush down your face. You couldn’t speak.
Jim continued to moan, his come seemed to be neverending as more shot inside you with each of his lazy pumps. Your arms slackened, your cunt still twitching around Jim, dragging out his high. You threw your head back involuntarily, groaning. God, he felt so good filling you up.
Jim began to slow his pace and he could feel your body still beneath him. He pulled his head from your neck and looked at your tear-covered face. Your chest began to rise up and down faster, sobs escaping your lips.
He rolled over quickly, concern in his eyes. He pulled you into him so you were snuggled against him, his cock still inside you–he wanted to make sure his seed took hold of you.
His hand began stroking your head as you sobbed. “ Shh, it’s okay, baby. I got you. Everything’s gonna be okay. ”
His name struggled to get past your cries, “ Jim –”
He tucked you into him closer. “ I love you so much. Everything is going to be fine. You trust me, don’t you?”
You were ugly crying into his chest, too stunned to properly speak. You just nodded against him. He smiled in return and continued to rub your back.
You did trust him.
Your arms wrapped around him tightly as he held you. You cried for a good while longer, Jim holding you close to him.
Once you stopped, he cleaned you up and helped you into one of his t-shirts. Your eyes were red and puffy as you sniffled on his bed. Jim crawled in to meet you, pulling you into his front side, his arm draping around you, and his warmth radiating into you like a furnace. He mumbled sweet nothings into your ear as he held you, stroking your hair trying to comfort you.
“I love you,” he said sleepily.
You paused, feeling his hands pressed against your stomach. A small cry tickled your throat as you spoke. “I love you, too.”