Beast of Burden - Jim Hopper x Reader

Beast of Burden

He looked at you through thinning eyes, nervous as to what you were going to ask, "...Yes?"

"Can we switch up the set a little?" you asked with a lilt in your voice, biting your lip with excitement, knowing that Sonny would never pass up an opportunity to improvise a little.

"What were you thinking, hun?" he asked with a large grin.

"Rolling Stones?" you suggested with a matching smile.

Sonny didn't respond vocally. Rather, he pursed his lips and began playing the beginning notes of Beast of Burden, a song that was quite popular between the two of you after a night out on the town. You smiled with excitement and giddiness before turning to the microphone.

I'll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad but it's a hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me

The first few lines of the Mick Jagger song made you feel warm and exited, as the two of you rarely experimented on the fly with music. While the songs that you usually performed were sensual and slow, this particular song was your favorite. Paired with your attire, you had never felt sexier and poised in your life.

I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me

Your eyes, which had started the song off closed, opened to a quieter audience. Most of the patrons who attended weekly gatherings here were intrigued by the sudden change of set. Your eyes, however, quickly fell upon the sexiest man you had ever seen in your life. The man, who sat just a few booths away from the makeshift stage the lounge had set up for you, was burly and rugged, his handsomeness being highlighted by the personality that radiated off of him. His eyes, which were both the brightest and deepest shade of blue you had ever seen, were glued to the contours of you face with such an intensity that you immediately felt heat rising to your cheeks. You bit you lip before glancing away coyly.

Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I'm not too blind to see

You had not felt this magnetically drawn to a man since the early years of high school. The gorgeous gentleman at the booth reeked of sex appeal and masculinity, especially accompanied by rugged facial hair and a form-fitting blue flannel shirt that hugged every inch of his large chest.

I'll never be your beast of burden
So let's go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on baby, make sweet love to me

Mystery Man's eyes were practically staring holes into you, not shying away from staring at different areas of your body, licking his lips ever so often before meeting your eyes. You felt a familiar heat travel down your body to between your legs, causing your eyes to lock with his in equal intensity. The man had taken a small sip from the glass of whiskey held by his large hand, his Adam's apple bobbing with the swallow of the brown liquid. You couldn't help but have trouble tearing your eyes away from the thick contours of his neck, but you managed to allow your eyes to unapologetically travel over the man's body, stopping on the strongest pair of forearms you had ever seen.

All your sickness I can suck it up
Throw it all at me
I can shrug it off
There's one thing baby
I don't understand
You keep on telling me
I ain't your kind of man

Mystery Man appeared to be in his mid-forties, but you had never cared less about someone's age in your life than you did in this moment. If anything, the maturity of his features had turned you on even more, knowing that this man was experienced and could teach you things that no boy at Indiana State could ever dream of showing you.

Only an absolute moron couldn't see the intensity in which the two of you were eye-fucking each other. You could practically cut the sexual tension in the lounge with a knife. Your heart had never beat so fast while singing a song, and, as a result, the lyrics escaping your ruby lips came out breathier and more sensual than you had intended them to be.