I Srly Need To Ride Him And Ruin His Uniform Pants With Such Urgency. - Tumblr Posts

i love thigh riding so much 😮‍💨😮‍💨 hop makes it even better

Headcanons for thigh riding Jim Hopper...

He thinks nothing of it when he pulls you to sit on his knee, it's not an uncommon thing for the two of you, he likes having you sit on his lap.

Though the first time you do it, he's in complete shock and oh my god, he's never been so turned on.

It's summer so you're wearing thin shorts and the panties you have on offer hardly any real coverage so when you sit on Jim's left knee as he's drinking his coffee, you immediately feel the friction of his khaki trouser covered thigh pressed against your aching sex.

He's gently bouncing his knee absentmindedly unaware of the friction he's causing, unaware of the pleasure he's causing you.

You shift on his knee, he thinks you're just getting comfortable, but you're trying to find the best position so that you're clit is pressing against his thigh.

It isn't until your hips start rocking, gently at first and then slowly picking up the pace, that he realises you're not just sitting on his knee. He pauses, watching. You're facing outwards so he can only see the back of you as your rocking on his thigh.

You get lost in the moment as you start letting out breathy moans until his hands fall on your waist and you snap back to reality.

"Don't stop on my account, sweetheart."

His hands guide you, faster and faster, as your grind your clit against his thigh.

"Up." He tells you giving you a gentle shove forwards, "Turn around and sit. I want to see you."

You get rather shy when he demands this of you but you comply, sliding off your shorts and panties, cheeks flushed and eyes unable to look at him. You move back down to sit on his knee, getting comfortable.

His hands hold your hips in place as he begins to guide you back into grinding.

"Look at you," he whispers, voice dark, "so desperate and needy... grinding on my thigh... Jesus."

You raise your eyes to him, biting your lip and he could've came then and there.

He's rock hard, uncomfortably pressing against his restrictive trousers.

Your hands are on his chest as you grow more confident upon seeing how hard he is and you rock back and forth harder and faster, grinding right down onto his thigh with moans that grow louder and louder each time.

He's loving every second. Jim drinks in this moment, the way your hair tumbles over your shoulders, the way your hands grip his shirt, the way you moan and get such pleasure from his thigh. God, he can hardly believe this is happening.

It doesn't take long before your rocking grows wild and you lose all control. Jim's fingers dig into your hips as he rocks you down harder wanting to ride out this orgasm with you.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum."

You're a moaning, mewling mess and he loves it as you tremble and shake on his thigh before you fall against him to catch your breath.

"That was the single hottest thing I've ever witnessed."

He hoists your other leg over him so that you're straddling him and he grabs your ass, pushing you to rub on his cock.

"You're that wet you've marked my trousers. You just couldn't control yourself could you?"

He rocks you gently against his cock as his lips are on your ear. He loves you like this, needy and desperate, and he enjoys moments like this where he has the control.

"Beg for me, sweetheart. Beg for my cock."

So you do. He doesn't need to tell you twice, you're already unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers, pushing them down far enough so that his cock springs out, rock hard and ready.

Having gained back some energy, you hoist yourself up and onto his cock, pushing down as you take all of him inside you. Jim's head rolls back onto the back of the couch.

He grabs your ass and thrusts into you hard. You're loud and sensitive and you feel so good wrapped around his cock.

He's not shy about groaning and grunting and telling how you good you feel, how wet you are for him, how much you turn him on.

"All fucking mine." He says, emphasising each word with a thrust.

It doesn't take him long to cum, flooding you with his seed as the two of you melt together, panting and moaning and coming down from your highs.

He presses soft kisses to your temple after a minute.

"You're so fucking perfect, sweetheart. Do that more often."