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May, 1989
The dainty gold band sparkled upon her finger as it reflected the warm candlelight. Every time Joyce would cast a glance to the hand that was now clutching his shoulder, the diamond’s shining glimmer would cast shapes onto his flannel as a gentle, unbelievable reminder. It still felt so surreal.
Hopper’s hand cradled the small of her waist with a soft rub and press of his thumb- another reminder- as they swayed to the gentle hum of the music surrounding them. Surely, they were the only people in the room. They had to be.
The warmth and electric air of the moment was so so surreal. Dreamlike.
With her soft, small hand in his, Hop peered down at the beautiful woman nestled into his arms. Her dainty eyelashes peered at the ring adorning her finger, its sparkle matching the mirth that danced within her wide eyes. It had always been Joyce. Always. Now it would be her forever. The thought sounded too sweet and too perfect to exist in reality, but the warm feeling of her body pressed against his reminded him of the wonderous certainty of the fact and he squeezed her hand a little harder in response.
Joyce met his gaze once more and her stomach flipped at the raw love and adoration that was staring back, and a radiant smile adorned her face in response; the final reminder was standing before her, and she saw the limitless, promising future in his gaze. It was real. All of it was. A serene sense of security warmed her veins; feeling the thrum within the elaborately adorned fingertip that led to her heart. She gently rested her head upon his chest.
Utterly and completely at peace.
~~~~~
“Slow down,” Joyce giggled as Hopper pulled recklessly into the pathway near their cabin; her body half draped over his. He put the blazer in park and turned off the ignition; his breath coming in sharp pants as he looked over to his fiancé. Joyce Byers was his fiancé. Oh, she was still a sight for sore eyes. Her lipstick was smeared as its remnants lay smudged against his own lips. Her hair was slightly disheveled; the windows nearly fogged up.
“You sure?”
He buried his face in her hair, and began pressing hot kisses along her smooth neck over and over. Joyce whimpered quietly as her body went slack against his touch. He had her.
“That’s what I thought…”
She giggled. “That’s not what I- oh..”
Her words were cut off with a moan as he began to suck where her neck met her shoulder.
She wanted him right now. Wanted him to slide his hands under her dress, tear her panties to the side, and have her right then and there in the bench seat of the blazer before they even got inside their home. She felt a small twinge of pain in her lower back, and she understood that a soft bed was much more preferable to the uncomfortable angle she found herself in. Joyce gently pushed on his shoulders and he let up, panting.
“Inside?”
She nodded, still breathless, heat rising to her cheeks. Noticing her lip color had also made its way to his cheeks in small, wine colored blotches. Raising her thumb, she licked it before cleaning his face affectionately with a giggle. Hopper squirmed at the feeling and gave an impatient sigh that grew to a laugh.
“No time for that-”
He grabbed Joyce by the hand and led her out of the blazer on his side before making their way up the stairs and into the cabin. Suddenly, Joyce yelped in surprise as she felt herself being swept off her feet and into his arms in one fluid motion; effectively carrying her bridal style.
“Can’t wait any longer,” he huffed out with a smile.
Joyce clutched onto his neck and giggled; her legs dangling over his arm as swirling warmth and anticipation settled between her thighs. The very second he made it through the threshold, she began placing hot, insistent kisses onto his skin; tongue darting out to trace patterns; soft lips suckling sweetly.
Without a single light source guiding him into their dark bedroom, Hopper was lucky he didn’t crash into anything along the way, but Joyce was pressing beautiful dark marks onto his neck with a mewl from the back of her throat after each suckle, and fuck, it was a miracle he didn’t completely stumble onto the floor.
“Mmm,” she moaned; reluctantly pulling her lips off of him as he successfully laid her down onto the bed gently. Mission accomplished.
Hopper leaned over to turn on their lamp, warm yellow light mixing with the dusty hues of the moonlight streaming through the window. The crickets sang their chirping song in tune with the soothing, slow spring breeze that mulled around the room. He leaned in close to her ear, voice low:
“Think we can be louder?”
With a small shake of her head in amusement, Joyce smiled brightly before tugging him down for a slow, deep kiss. He moved to her neck, continuing where they left off in the blazer as her legs began to wind around his waist; the skirt of her dress a puddle against the sheets. Joyce moved quickly and earnestly; squirming against him as she moved to remove her wine colored cardigan. Once that was finally on the floor, lips and teeth softly crashed together again in a storm of smoldering desire that stoked a fire deep within her belly.
He nuzzled the auburn hair near her neck; the sweet floral scent of her perfume drowning his senses. He felt himself grow dizzy at the idea of Joyce getting all dolled up for him, and he could only imagine how beautifully radiant she’ll look on their wedding day. He felt his heart swell at the thought; himself hardening in his jeans.
“I want-” Hopper pressed a searing kiss to her shoulder. She shivered.
“- to take..” another kiss on her collarbone.
“...this dress off….” now her chest.
“.. with my teeth…” he nipped at her strap teasingly.
Joyce whimpered softly as she felt herself dampen between her thighs.
Hopper then moved to mouth at her nipples through the material of her dress, she gasped sharply; looking down at the darkening fabric.
“.. and I want,” he continued still speaking unbearably slow, “... you in nothing else…”
“... fuck..” Joyce moaned. She could not stand it any longer; her right hand drifted down to that special aching spot between her thighs; she squeezed them together with a soft sigh.
Making tight circles, she became a complete whimpering mess beneath him as she touched herself over her dress. Hopper’s voice was hot beneath her ear, and he groaned low and sexy once he saw her arm moving rapidly; knowing damn well what she was doing.
“... and I want you in nothing else….” he repeated as his arm reached for her left wrist; grasping it softly.
His thumb rubbed the sparkling object as he pulled her hand into view.
“... wearing only this ring…”
Joyce shuddered. “Oh my god-”
Cutting her off, he lovingly grasped her face with his hands as he kissed her once more and she hummed with delight against his lips; abandoning that spot between her legs to return the gesture.
Soon enough, clothes fell away onto the floor in an urgency that neither could remember; untamed desire clouding their minds. Joyce lovingly stretched out her limbs once she was comfortably centered in the middle of the mattress, and Hopper held himself above her; completely blanketing her small stature. She hummed appreciatively at the feeling of the welcoming weight; anchoring her to the safety and security of the present.
His eyes drifted to the breathtaking sight before him- Joyce sprawled out beneath him wearing a matching bra and panties set; its lacy black edges a sharp contrast to her pale skin. With each shuddering breath, her chest rose and fell, and he couldn’t help but follow the motion; watching as it accentuated the soft curves of her perfectly round breasts.
He reached underneath her and expertly unclasped her bra, unveiling her freckled chest to his vision and he felt his breath hitch. No matter how many times they’ve done this over the last three years, it always managed to feel like the first.
She looked up at him from below her fluttering lashes; eyes sparkling with exceeding layers of emotional infatuation and desire.
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he moved to softly grasp her breasts in his hands; groaning pleasurably at the way they poured over his fingers, overflowed out of his palms; and he massaged them lovingly in response. Hopper adored how they were the only things that managed to dwarf him entirely. Not only his hands in a literal sense, but every aspect of his mind as well.
With a bite of her lip, Joyce moaned softly as he stuck out his tongue to suckle onto a nipple, delighting in the soft tickle of his moustache against her skin. He hummed as he felt her roll beneath him; loving the affect he always had on her.
“You’re mine,’ he lips were a whisp against her cleavage as he moved to the other nipple. “..always.”
She bucked under the weight of him. “Yes,” pleasure shot from her chest straight to that place between her thighs.
“I’m yours, Hop..” she felt him smile against her breast. “I’ll always be…” her voice went quiet as his lips distracted her from any present state of mind; kissing his way down her body.
He gently worshipped each and every expanse of pale, plush skin he could get his mouth on; goosebumps appearing in the wake of smoldering kisses and licks left upon her body.
Hopper shifted himself lower onto the bed to position himself between her legs, and Joyce began to card her fingers through his hair in loving anticipation. Tucking his fingers under the lace of her panties, he pulled them down just a hair; teasingly. Joyce gasped.
He continued to press slow, hot kisses with more tongue than lips onto her thighs; whispering sweet nothings in between each sweet suckle. She felt herself growing warmer and warmer and more and more impatient as his tongue continued to sweep circles upon her skin.
The gentle waves of thrumming want between her legs demanded something else though; she wanted him- all of him.
Once he removed her lace panties painstakingly slowly down and off her slender legs, Joyce began to squirm underneath him, and as if a wild, racing surge of energy suddenly consumed her every move, she started to pull at his boxers with her legs; softly whining with each pull and push. Hopper gasped- the motion unexpected.
“Off… now,” she demanded; her voice wavering.
Feeling the same wild racing energy though his own veins, Hop bolted up and hurriedly removed the last barrier between them with panting breaths. Joyce continued to pulse her hips beneath him and she opening her legs invitingly the second he stared completely bare before her. He gently hooked his hands under her knees and peered between them to find her glistening with want- legs shaking slightly.
Fuck, she wanted this bad.
He reclined above her, carefully brushing her hair off her shoulder; pressing a sweet kiss on her shoulder.
“Please,” Joyce whimpered.
Oh, how he always loved watching her beg.
Joyce flushed under his hungry gaze as she lay bare with only the engagement ring upon her finger.
Suddenly remembering, her hands moved to remove the small barrette from her hair, but Hop stopped her before she was able to undo the clasp.
“No,” he interjected, appreciating the way she had done something sweet with her hair just for him. “Leave it in.”
She couldn’t help but smile appreciatively at the idea, and looked down below to the welcoming sight of his aching member straining before her. Barely there, but so very close to where she wanted him.
“C’mon Hop, please…” Joyce reached out to grab him but he pulled back slightly, smirking.
She sighed, rolled her eyes. Of course he wanted to hear her say it.
“What do you need? Tell me, Joyce..” he spoke low and achingly close to her ear and amusement faded from her features. She felt her breath catch in her throat, as he pressed hot, melting kisses there.
“I need-” she suddenly whimpered as his hand moved between her legs; readying her effectively with one thick finger. Hopper groaned at the wetness he found there.
“Mhmm..” Joyce began a slow roll of her hips that willed his finger to go deeper and she bit her lip at the fullness just his one finger provided.
She pondered back to the sleepless nights she had spent with her hands between her own legs, the thought of him in her bed on top of her only a fantasy of her wildest dreams. Even then, three of her own digits would barely equate to one of his, and she flushed at the thought; thankful that she now has the pleasure of knowing she’ll spend the rest of her life wrapped up in his arms.
Her mind wondered back to the present. “I-I need you…” she swallowed. “...inside me…”
Joyce yelped as Hopper suddenly flipped her over until he was lying on the bed; gazing up at her devotedly as she posed above him, panting. He rubbed his hands over her soft thighs earnestly and affectionately.
“Like this, baby…”
Joyce smirked as she willingly straddled him with a bright, burning flush travelling down her neck.
He groaned once she got into position. “Yes, like that… just like that..”
She reached down between her legs, and shivered at his velvety length heavy in her hand. Grasping it fully, she reveled in how her fingers barely closed around the base.
Ever so slowly, she pressed him at her entrance, her breath catching.
“Oh god,” Joyce bit her lip as he stretched her completely and exquisitely; her soul welling with a torment of tender emotions as she peered at the gold band upon her finger; her own hands grasping his shoulders.
Holding onto her hips with his large palms, he felt her flutter and clench softly around him as she took deep breaths up above. He would always be so much bigger than her in both size and scale, and it was always a shock and an act of adjustment.
She always appreciated how he would always wait patiently for her; knowing that it was most likely taking up every last ounce if his strength. With Lonnie, it was a different story. He would usually just take whatever he could get his grimy hands on; leaving her greatly dissatisfied in the end. Besides, taking time to feel comfortable like this was something she never had to do as whatever he “offered” was never anything worth “adjusting” for. It was small.
With every inch she moved down, Joyce felt the sting fade away as it was replaced with a familiar, resonating warmth that stoked the desire deep within. Her craving completely satisfied.
“That’s it,” Hopper praised, his brows creased together; lips parted. “... take your time…”
As if the praise was the finished touch that was needed, her hips made contact with his right as the last word left his lips.
They both stilled; her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Oh fuckk…” she whined, her eyes squeezed shut as white hot pleasure washed over her.
He was so deep.
Hopper shuddered immediately at the contact; hissing as her softness encompassed him. She felt like pure heaven. God, it would never get old.
Joyce began a slow rhythm, savoring the feel of him inside her as she dug her nails into his shoulder. He adored this position because it allowed her to be truly in control of her own pleasure and the thought drove him wild.
“So good,” he ground out “...so fuckin’ good for me, baby…”
She opened her eyes at the praise, her body lighting up like a firework. The view of him straining and overcome with such deep pleasure beneath her was a beautiful sight. His lips were parted as he grunted with each downward stroke she made, and his piercing blue eyes gazed up at her with stunning adoration underneath sharply creased brows. He looked absolutely wrecked for her, and Joyce couldn’t help but bite her swollen, makeup stained lips as she felt herself clench around him.
He bucked his hips wildly; a moan rumbling from his chest.
“I-I feel so, fuck, I feel so full…” she whimpered, as he hit that perfect sweet spot deep inside her. The idea that she would be able to feel like this each and every day and night for the rest of her life made her head spin.
The small, sweet voice in which she said those filthy words drove Hopper absolutely mad, and the glittering gold object that reflected the moonlight out of the corner of his eye allowed him to form an idea. Hopper reached for her left wrist gently, bringing her hand to his mouth to place sweet kisses on each and every finger.
She giggled sweetly at the loving affection; his moustache tickling, and there wasn’t a time on Earth nor in space that he would every tire of hearing that beautiful sound.
Upon reaching that finger in which he was reminded that he would be able to hear her laughter every waking day for the rest of his life, he popped it into his mouth. Joyce gasped at the pleasurable feeling of her ring finger between his lips, and she whimpered and fluttered around him at the feeling, getting closer.
He popped the glistening digit out his mouth and began to slowly move it towards her aching center and Joyce whimpered.
“Oh yes,” she reveled in the feeling of her own finger making circles upon her clit with his large hand grasping her dainty wrist tightly.
Increasing her pace, she felt her heart flutter with each downward stroke and biting her lip intently, she suddenly realized that it really was just them and the crickets. She could finally be loud.
Her hips stuttered. “God, Hop...,” her lips dropped open with a broken moan. “Yes. right there…”
He felt his body stiffening upon hearing her sweet sounds.
“That’s it, lemme hear you baby.”
All bets were off.
Joyce reached to her own chest and clutched a breast in each hand, throwing her head back slightly with a sharp outcry. Hopper loved when she let everything fall away because, fuck, she always gets so loud.
“Harder, Jim, please-” He took his hand off her wrist and gripped her hips tightly, arching up into her softness and lush curves. Angelic broken moans fell from her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut in pure pleasure and he loved those sounds because they were Joyce’s. Uniquely hers.
“You feel so good…’ she whined out, hips bucking faster “....y-you feel so good. mhmm.” She was just repeating nonsense now as her voice broke out into a low moan; she felt that knot deep in her stomach begin to tighten.
As Hopper began to feel himself holding onto the last bit of strength he had left as well, he spotted a reflective object glittering in the moonlight to his left. He needed to make this time count for her as the night was something special.
The next stroke Joyce came down upon, hips stuttering, Hopper suddenly grabbed her cheek in his hand and angled it towards the mirror upon the dresser; “Look,” he rasped as she gasped at her own reflection staring back. A blush rushed hot towards her cheeks and she cringed slightly- her eyes squeezing shut. The bedside lamp was on, illuminating every detail to her gaze.
He felt her tense to a stop around him. “No honey don’t be embarrassed. Look how sexy you are taking my cock…”
Joyce dared a glance at herself in the mirror; eyes wide at the same ones she found staring at herself in the mirror; her lip between her teeth.
“Yeah, that’s it baby. So fuckin’ beautiful for me.”
She rolled her hips experimentally, watching herself gasp at the exquisite fullness she felt; clenching around him rhythmically.
“You’re doing so good…. Taking my cock so well. I’m so damn proud of you….”
“Oh my god, Hop,”
Joyce felt herself blush; this time with desire as she gazed at herself uttering the words. Between his praise, and her own pleasure taking over; she felt her self-consciousness slowly begin to fall away. She had to admit; she did look pretty good. Her wispy dark waves fell about the top of her shoulders; the barrette barely doing anything to keep the unruly strands in place. Smooth expanse of pale skin from her chest to her back was warm in rosy tones; her body awashed in gold from the lamp.
Joyce’s breath hitched in her throat as she peered down at her hands overflowing with her own cleavage; the ring sparkling as she tweaked a nipple. She whimpered. That gentle yet overpowering reminder of her future sweeping throughout her mind once more. Emotion rose from her chest to fill her eyes with tears; watching them flitter across her lids.
Hopper noticed this and he felt his chest tighten.
“Yes Joyce, you’re so beautiful...” He swallowed, caressing her left elbow sweetly.
“... and you’ll look even more beautiful as my bride…”
Her gaze broke away from the mirror, wandering back to his eyes; her hips quickening once more. A tear dripped down her cheek as her hand laced with his. “Oh, Hop…..”
Smiling brightly as he squeezed her hand, the edge began to draw nearer and nearer, but he had to get her there first. However, the wrecked look on her face said enough as she squirmed recklessly on top once more, mouth falling open to produce more of the sweet sounds.
Hopper sat his head up slightly, smirking.
“…are you gonna cum?” His voice broke off with a groan. “…fuck, I feel you getting tighter....”
She nodded.
“Mhmmm,” she replied, “I-I’m so close.”
Joyce’s legs began to shake… a telltale sign he knew all too well.
“I got you, baby..” he suddenly surged up and pressed himself inside her intently; hitting that special spot.
“Cum for me...”
At the low baritone sound of his encouragements, she was gone. “Yes, I-I’m– !”
Joyce flew wildly off the edge and her whole-body shook; crying out loudly with sweet, gasping breaths in between; dripping around him and so very wet between her thighs.
Hopper groaned as she clenched the hardest she ever had around him before, nearly forcing him out. At that he lost it, jaw going slack with absolute pleasure as he emptied himself inside her with a piercing groan. She whimpered as she felt him fill her, squirming softly.
Immediately, she flopped down onto his bare chest; both of them panting roughly from exhaustion.
With a sight, he moved her sweaty bangs away from her forehead and placed a gentle kiss there; she moaned softly at the gesture. Her body felt warm and velvet soft; completely sated with pleasure.
“I love you,” Joyce squeaked out, rubbing his chest with her thumb. Hopper tipped her chin with his finger to capture her lips with a slow, deep kiss. His answer pressed against her cheek, then her forehead, then her nose.
Grabbing her left hand and splaying her dainty fingers out for both of them to see, they watched in awe as the gold band sparkled with the diamond resting upon it, illuminating.
It was so, so surreal.