Beast of Burden - Jim Hopper x Reader

Soon after you returned home last night, you found it incredibly difficult to fall asleep. The only thoughts that ran through your head were images of a certain Chief of Police in compromising positions. When you were finally able to rest easy, your mind continued your fantasies, dreaming of Hopper throwing you up against various surfaces in your tiny apartment while he devoured you completely.

You woke up to an annoying blare emitting from your alarm clock, cursing the device for ruining the best fantasy you had ever concocted. Growling roughly, you finally rolled out of bed and headed straight for the adjunct bathroom you shared with Sonny. Locking your door, you quickly stripped and turned the shower on, allowing your mind to drift to scenes from your dream. While you never heard the man speak, you could only imagine just how deep and gruff it sounded based off of his demeanor. The voice you created made you quiver.

You stepped into the shower, allowing the warm droplets to cascade off of your curves. You eventually allowed your hands to drift lower down your stomach as you thought of the man's face travelling down your body, stopping above the heat in between your legs.

"You like that, baby girl?" he asked with a wicked grin on his face, peppering your lower abdomen with kisses, his beard scratching your uppermost thighs in a delightfully painful way.

You nodded your head vigorously, threading your fingers into his dark blonde locks, tugging at them, emitting a growl from the man below you.

"Say it," he commanded, gripping a large calloused hand around on one of your ass cheeks, kneading the firm flesh as he lowered his kisses further south.

"Yes, chief," you moaned, throwing your head back as he kissed lower, his breath hovering over your sensitive flesh before he dipped-

"Are you almost done in there? I have to take a shit," came the world's most annoyingly intrusive voice from your roommate.

"Jesus Christ, Son!" you hollered, quickly removing your hands from in between your legs. "Can't you fucking wait ten more minutes?"

"No can do," he said, not waiting for you to finish before he sat down on the toilet.

"I can't stand you," you hissed, as you quickly washed off your body and exited the shower, grabbing your robe and tying it around your waist quickly.

"You love me," he smiled, browsing through the latest copy of the local newspaper while he did his business.

"You're lucky we're practically family, you creep," you said jokingly. "I really need to remember to lock the bathroom door on your side."

You went to the sink and began freshening yourself up for the day ahead, your stomach fluttering with nerves at the thought of going to your job tonight. After Sonny finished, he bumped your hips away from the sink to wash his hands, looking up at you in the mirror's reflection.

"So," he said knowingly. "I was thinking we could add some songs to the list tonight. You know, so you can rile that burly dude up a little more than you did last night?"

Your face blushed lightly before giggling, "And what songs were you thinking of?"

After the two of you had discussed the songs, you eventually decided on doing the same set, adding only a song or two if the man decided to show himself. You thought that the odds of him showing his face were incredibly slim, but you still held out a little bit of hope for the sake of your growing libido.

The hours quickly passed, Sonny eventually leaving to start his own separate bartending shift. Looking in your closet, you looked for something that rivaled the confidence you felt in last night's outfit. Shuffling through choices, your eyes landed on a silver, short dress that you only wore on nights out on the town. Biting your lip, your mind only drifted to the thought of the dress crumpled on the floor as you undressed Hopper on your bed. You shook your head, grabbing the dress and getting ready for the evening ahead.