Beast of Burden - Jim Hopper x Reader

Beast of Burden

Your chest had begun to turn a shade of light pink as you felt yourself getting even more flushed with each time Mystery Man licked his lips as he stared over your curves. His stance was hunched over, looking like a lion ready to pounce on his prey. It took all of your will power to not throw the microphone on the floor and straddle him in his lap.

Ain't I rough enough, oh baby
Ain't I tough enough
Ain't I rich enough, in love enough
Oh please

Mystery Man had slowly stood up, allowing you to see him in all of his 6'3" glory. You salivated, wanting to jump his bones. He never broke eye contact with you as he approached the bar, flagging over Darlene and whispering something in her ear. He then looked you up and down with a devilish grin.

All I want is for you to make love to me

As you and Sonny completed the fading notes of the song, you allowed for your eyes to close and the emotional feeling of the song to overtake your body. For what seemed like the first time since you began working there, there was a light sprinkle of applause coming from the patrons. Your eyes returned to the bar to find the man with whom you just exchanged unspoken words of lust with only to find that section empty. Your heart sank in your chest as your eyes continuously darted around the room in search of him.

Sighing, you turned around to look at Sonny, who starred at you with his mouth agape.

"Holy hell, (Y/N)," he breathed out a laugh. "What was that?"

You giggled, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the lumberjack you just eye-fucked," he whispered quickly.

You felt your cheeks fill with a blush before getting up from the stool to use the restroom, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Son."

He looked you up and down with a mischievous glint in his eyes before nodding playfully, "So you're not going to the bathroom to adjust your granny panties?"

You smacked him playfully, blushing a darker shade, "Shut up!"

He bit his lip and waggled his eyebrows suggestively, prompting you to turn on your heels and walk to the bathroom at the back of the bar, which was secluded by a separate hallway lined with payphones.

As you turned the corner, you stopped dead in you tracks when you met the eyes of Mystery Man as he exited the restroom. He smiled at you coyly before winking and walking past you, promptly exiting through the doors of the tavern.

Your head turned so quickly that you threatened your neck with whiplash, trying to get a glimpse of the back of the man as he exited. You heart beat fast and you began to feel lightheaded.

Good. God. Damn.

After using the restroom, you approached Darlene at the bar, requesting two shots of their cheapest whiskey before handing her a tip.

She quickly grabbed two shot glasses before filling them up with the bottom-shelf liquor. Darlene looked up in between pours with a giggle, "So, it seems to me that you have yourself an admirer."

You averted eye contact and tried to pretend you had no idea what she was talking about, "What?"

"That man in the plaid, "she said, motioning to the booth that Mystery Man was sitting in. "He's the Chief of Police of a town a few miles south. He comes in here every once in a while, but this is the first weekend he's come in."

"Oh," you said, perhaps a tiny bit breathier than you had hoped you did. Of course he was a cop; the gods just love dangling a sexy and burly man in uniform right in front of you. "I don't think so, Darlene. He probably just really likes the Stones."

Darlene shook her head, handing you both shots. You looked at her quizzically before downing yours in one go, hissing at the light scratch that came from it. "Oh no, honey. Hopper wouldn't stop asking me questions about you."

You tilted your head, pulling your eyebrows together, "When would he have done that?"

"When the two of you got up there, he was over there," she pointed to the far end of the bar closest to the exit of the lounge. "Doll, you caught his attention the minute you opened your mouth."

You immediately felt your stomach tighten, "What did he ask you?"

"Well," she said, slinging a bar towel over her shoulder, "he was very curious about your age, and even more curious about your relationship status."

"Oh?" you asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Did he seem deterred by my...age?"

"Quite the opposite, actually," she said, slightly surprised. "I think it intrigued him more than anything. He actually asked when you would be on again."

Your face, which had been alternating between your normal shade and beet red for the better part of a half an hour, suddenly drained to a pale white, "Do you think he's going to come tomorrow?"

"Maybe," she said with a wink before quickly returning to her loyal customers.

You turned around with Sonny's shot in-hand before returning to his position at the piano. After handing him the shot, you smiled brightly.

"Hopper," you told him.

"What?" he asked, after taking the drink in less than a second.

"That man," you said, voice above a whisper. "Chief Hopper."