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Lydia banged on the bathroom door repeatedly, light annoyance in her voice as she shouted to you from the other side. “Come on [Y/N]! I wanted in first today! I'm going out so don't take too long!”
“I-I'll be out soon!” You tried to shout back over the rushing sound of the running water, all while trying your best to sound like you weren't also struggling to stay sane. A deep and dark chuckle rumbled from the poltergeist that kissed and sucked hard at the naked flesh of your shoulder. He gently elevated one of your legs with a hand hooked under your knee. “...No, you won't...” He purred at you, too mockingly for you not to argue. “B-Beetlejuice, knock it off!” You snapped at him under your breath trying to keep a stern face, but you were unravelling quickly and you squirmed as he returned to finishing the love bite he had started. You held his shoulders tightly, your attempt to stop him having failed several hickies ago. But if he kept it up you would be past the point of caring all together. The steam in the room mirrored how cloudy your own mind felt whenever he touched you, you were like clay between his fingertips, willing to let him sculpt you into any shape he wanted despite your brain telling you that you were an idiot. You hadn't expected things to get this far again, yet here you were. The contrasting hot water bounced off of his cool and pale skin, droplets clinging to his hair like decorative beads that shimmered in the weak fluorescent glow of the light. You were both only partially in the stream of hot water, but you were more concerned about how you had ended up against the wall with a completely naked Beetlejuice pressed against you than finishing your shower. The water that did reach you felt nice against your skin, especially on the throbbing bruises that littered your chest and neck where he hadn't held back on leaving his marks again, too many to count now as he finally released the sore skin between his lips with a ‘pop’, adding yet another to the total.
How had it come to this? You didn't remember, one moment you were simply having a shower, the next, here he was, slipping his fingers inside of you while whispering dirty things in your ear. You felt utterly defenceless against him, and as he pulled his face back to look at his handiwork the smug grin he wore pissed you off. You had thought out of all the places you might have stood a chance of not having him try to fuck you, the shower would have been a safe bet, but apparently his desire to make you moan his name again was greater than his dislike for washing his hair. Three days, that was how long you had been able to deflect the topic for, despite going against your own secretive, taboo desires to feel him inside you again. And now, in a single heated moment of him pinching your nipples and telling you how he was dying all over again to feel you sink back onto his cock, all your hard work of staying strong was ruined as your barriers crumbled around you.
He began moving his hips, only rubbing his erection against your sensitive areas at first and causing a friction against your clit. Your breathing hitched from the skin on skin grinding but you couldn’t shut your legs closed while he kept one of them in the air, so you had to enjoy it, which you were reluctant to admit that you did. It was nice, the feeling of just slowly rubbing against you, all while he wore that knowing grin, telling you he could see it on your face that you didn't want him to stop. “You like that babe?” He asked in a low voice and a smirk, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from you. You bit down on your bottom lip and shut your eyes, refusing to say anything as all your energy was being used to hold back moans and keep yourself supported on a single, trembling leg. You didn’t see his frown, and annoyed that you were remaining quiet he leaned in and bit at the battered skin on your shoulder he had been attacking previously. He lightly pinched your flesh between his sharp teeth and you hummed a moan into your closed mouth, involuntary arching your hips up into him now unable to stop grinding back. “Better... I wanna hear you make some noise babes.” He praised and as he pulled back to grin at you triumphantly you felt something stir within you. Something about his husky voice in that demanding tone of his was almost hypnotic, shit, maybe it was? You had no idea, but it drew you into him, and made you want to give him whatever he wanted. Worried that you might topple when you felt your leg beginning to give way, you wrapped your arms around his neck. You bit back your pleasured moans, afraid to let both him and possible other residents of the house hear, but you knew now that Beetlejuice cared very little for the quiet. He used his free hand to reach down and grab himself, then stroke his shaft a few times and hum as he licked his lips. The erotic nature of the gesture caused a ripple of goose bumps over your skin, then when he reposition himself at your entrance you felt yourself aching for him to fill you. He teasingly began rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, coating himself in the wetness he had caused between your legs and applying just a little extra pressure every now and then as if teasing to enter you. “We could be finished and done already if you just told me what I wanted to hear, sweetness...” Both the heat from the room and the arousal coming from you was almost too much to handle now, you didn't know what was water and what was sweat on your skin as you tried to calm your short and desperate pants. “You've put it off for days babes... quit being so stubborn, c’mon! You're killing me ‘er.” You didn't know how he managed to be so demanding and yet so playful at the same time, and you could restrain your wandering thoughts no longer and curled your fingers up into his wet hair, twirling a few locks between them. Could you forgive yourself if you did this again? He impatiently applied some pressure and the tip of his cock started to part you. Fuck it, who needed forgiveness anyway? You whined at him in annoyance “You’re the one taking your time, Lawrence.” He shivered and breathed out a staggered groan, lavishing the way his name rolled off the tip of your tongue like that. “Again...” he demanded as he slowly pushed himself into you, stretching your walls with every inch that gradually entered. After a sharp intake of breath you weakly moaned out his name a second time, and he rewarded you with another groan that made him tilt his head back. But once fully inside you, he stopped. Refusing to move and holding you in place so you could just feel his cock twitching inside you. You struggled not to rock your hips or bounce on him so you could feel him rubbing against your inner walls, but there was a look in his eyes that told you that would have been a bad idea. This was his show, he liked the control, and you whimpered in anticipation while you waited for him to move. He leaned in, his lips hovering over your own as his free hand slowly drew nonsensical shapes down the curve of your hip. “Just, one more time babes... Let me hear it again. You know... I've kinda got a thing for three's...” Your lips curled up into a smirk when you realised he had shown a brief moment of weakness in front of you, a flicker of a different side to him you were beginning to feel more acquainted with. Feeling like it was your chance to get some of the control back you bit down on your lip and kept your mouth shut, staring at him with defiant eyes, but quickly realised it was a mistake. You watched his heated expression turn sour and your heart skipped a beat when the pink strands in his hair faded into red. “[Y/N]...” He growled your name in a low threatening tone and if you weren't already dripping with excitement you would be now. Now like Pavlov and his stupid dog experiment, you were beginning to feel conditioned to that angry purr in his throat, you thought it meant you were about to get fucked senseless. His cock twitched inside you again impatiently and your breathing hitched as he radiated an intimidating aura and spoke his demands. Sometimes it was too easy to forget he was still a murderous demon from hell. “I wanna hear you tell me exactly who it is fucking you, sweetheart.” He withdrew his cock from you so agonisingly slow that it was almost painful as you started to feel empty without him, then he pushed back into you just as slowly and just like before he stopped entirely. You whimpered, desperate for him to move again and cause a friction to offer you the realise you were longing for. He whispered at you seductively, the hand at your hip still lightly dragging his fingertips along the sensitive skin “I can do this for literally eternity babes, what about you?”
“I-it's you!” you blurted out frantically, afraid he would actually keep you pinned there forever if you kept him waiting, impatiently twitching his thick cock inside you until you throbbed and begged for it. “Lawrence...” If you had more to say he didn’t care, his lips crashed down on yours and as he forced his tongue into your mouth he finally began rocking his hips, his cock sliding in and out of you at a messy, unsteady, fast paced rhythm. You could no longer hold back the satisfied moans that you let slip into him mouth. As you felt everything around you fade out you tried to focus on everything about him, the way his thumb gently caressed your hip, the way he rolled his tongue against your own like a dance and the way he was desperate for you to return your lips to his whenever you pulled back for air. There was so much more to him than what you saw on the surface, and it was getting easier to see it.
Beetlejuice had been secretly staying in your room for just three days, he had appealed to your somewhat odd sense of comradery through difficult times, and choosing to give him a chance he had ended up sleeping on the floor in your room. But trying to keep him on the floor had been a battle in itself, every morning you had awoken to him cuddled up to you, saying he enjoyed the warmth from your skin. It had made you blush, and you had buried down your own embarrassing desires to be the big spoon for once. You noticed that he liked physical contact with people, he liked physical contact with YOU, he was more touched starved than he like to let on, that was obvious. He also liked sitting beside you to watch shitty shows on Netflix, he liked to eat in your room with you even though he didn’t need to and he liked watching you work at your computer, especially when you pet his head while you tried to type. You were beginning to see he was more than just a needy pervert, and you were almost certain now that your original thoughts had been right – there was something so much more human about him.
You arched your back off from the cold bathroom tiles on the wall and his arm slipped around you to touch your lower back. Had he not had the habit of biting his nails you would have felt them dragging along your skin as he grabbed and groped at you. He pulled away from your lips to kiss at your neck instead as he spoke into your ear in strained and interrupted sentences “F-fuck, babe. No one told me... how nice and tight breathes were...” He placed a soft kiss below your ear and you melted into him, unable to fight agasint the way he caught you off guard with his tenderness “Maybe it’s just you... feel like you were fuckin’ made for me...” He sped up his thrust and you accidentally let slip a mewl a little too loud for comfort. Thankfully it was Beetlejuice’s hand that came up to cover your mouth for you as his teeth nipped at your neck again. It had been pretty obvious to him from the get go that you seemed to like it when it felt like you were doing something wrong, with him or in general. Even feeling like he was taking advantage of you appeared to get you going, even if you denied it profusely. He wanted to know all of the things you liked, and he vowed to himself that in time he would know ever single one, and maybe even give you a few more. Feeling his cold hand clamped down over your mouth as his cock assaulted your insides, you had lost all control of the situation, and yourself. You rocked your hips back against his just as eagerly, and you ran your hands down his back, trying to feel more of him. Your fingertips grazed over a raised patch on his back, and your eyes glanced down at his chest to see the scar on his skin. That must have been where you and Lydia had run him through with bad art and killed him. Shit, some of the logic inside your brain started working and you realised what you were doing, again. Yet, you were still super into it, the hell was wrong with you?
The sound of wet skin slapping together filled the room and you could only pray that the sound of the shower and the music Lydia had coming from her bedroom was loud enough to hide the lewd noise you two were creating. His hips slammed into yours over and over again, likely to leave a long lasting ache in them later on, but you didn’t care. You could feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm with every thrust and every grunt he let slip beside your ear, and from the way you felt Beetlejuice smirk against your skin you gathered he could feel it too. The pressure building made your eyes lose focused and your breathing become unsteady, and in turn he purred into your ear through his own ragged panting “You gonna cum, babes?” he pulled away from your neck to look at your face, flushed and heated-looking with his hand still covering your mouth. You hoped he wasn’t looking for a reply, you didn't think you could give him one, hand or no hand. “I knew it wouldn’t be long before you were coming all over my dick again.” As you started to lose your self, you focused on his voice, fuck, you loved his voice! You had tried to tell yourself you didn't, but just before you fell asleep, hearing him wish you a goodnight in that husky tone had kept you awake just thinking about it. His hand left your mouth to fall to your chest where he started to massage your breasts, moving between them both, his thumb delicately brushing past your hardened nipples a few times before settling on one and pressing against it, rubbing in small circles. Without his hand over your lips you failed to stop the moans slipping past them and you only tried to keep them quite as your ragged breathing made it difficult. “C'mon then doll, I'm waiting.” You noticed how he slowed down a noticeable amount, maybe holding back his own climax till you had experienced your own, so you ran a hand up and through his hair, brushing the stray wet strands from his face tenderly. He looked so cocky, grinning at you, so pleased that it was his doing that you were coming apart beneath his touch. You wanted to be mad at him that he had gotten the better of you again, but you couldn’t think about anything else anymore besides the way his tongue licked his lips as if he were imagining the taste of your skin still. You didn't want him to stay quiet, you didn't want him to patiently wait for you to cum, you wanted him to MAKE you cum. “D-don't... don't stop talking.” You told him, reluctant at first at the idea of making him aware that his gravely tone did something to your soul. With your hands entwined in his hair, you watched his expression change from confusion to realisation with a wicked grin. “Got a bit of a thing for the voice, do ya babe?” He asked mockingly, and you grit your teeth, shit, maybe you should have just kept quiet after all. He brushed his lips against your skin and moved upwards until he reached your ear, his teeth catching your ear lobe just briefly before he granted you your wish. “Or is it the dirty talk...?” Your hands tightened in his hair without thinking about it and he groaned softly, causing an electric shiver down your back. “You should really learn to hold back on that a bit babes...” In one swift motion he grabbed your other leg and hoisted you into the air, and it was a sudden case of deja vu. He aimed his thrusts at a slightly different angle and now holding you pinned between him and the cold wall, his cock reached further inside of you. “Oh fuck, f-fuck, yes!” You cried quietly as you swung back your head, and wrapped your legs around him, allowing him to slip his hands around you and under your ass instead, giving it a tight squeeze accompanied by a groan of satisfaction. Now able to take control of your hips for you he dragged you into a steady rhythm in time with him. His voice dropped to seductive whispers as he set the pace even slower, but with force behind every thrust making you jolt and curl your toes every time he hit that sweet spot inside you. “You can act as tough as you want, get mad at me, try and tell me this isn't what you want.” As his thrusting became more aggressive his voice became more strained and littered with grunts and groans that echoed in your head. “But you can't hide it from me babes... You wont admit it but you just can't get enough of me fucking you, can you?” He stopped talking to groan as you tugged his hair again when you were almost at your limit “B-Beej, fuck, I'm gonna, I- ah!” Your hips clumsily rocked back against his despite his stern grip on them, and as the pressure burst and your legs tightened around him you felt fire inside you. You buried your face into his neck to muffle your cries against his cold, wet skin and your entire body trembled and jerked. “Atta girl,” he praised and rewarded you by knocking down the force he bucked into with, which was much appreciated as your sensitivity was immense “Ride it out for as long as you want babe, because when you’re done...” Panting and heaving you pulled back, staring back at him with half lid and exhausted eyes, but his own had turned dark, a dangerous smirk at his lips revealing a fang “...It's my turn.” You felt high, like you were floating, but maybe that was from the lack of feeling in your legs, or maybe it was the lack of air in the fogged up room. You could barely breathe and as you struggled to return your breathing to normal you had a bad feeling you knew what was coming. He didn’t let you recover completely, but instead of protesting that you were spent, you prepared and held onto him a little tighter. You didn't have the energy to say anything besides breathless curse words that he seemed do enjoy hearing from you. It felt so wet now between you both that he effortless glided in and out of you, and every time the head of his cock almost withdrew from you entirely before brushing back past your G-spot you twitched and tightened around him constantly. Needing something else to focus on, anything so you didn’t find your self falling into a second pool of bliss and giving him something to really brag about, you placed a delicate peck against his stubbly cheek. He tasted like sweat and ash, but the feeling of his smoother than expected skin was nice against your lips. You liked it, so you kissed him some more, much like he did with you, small, gentle, meaningful kisses down his cheek till you reach his neck. He moaned, so much softer than usual, and his grip on you loosened ever so slightly. You were expecting him to speed up already, fuck you as hard as he wanted till he reached his climax, but he slowed down even more, almost as if he was losing focus. “B-Babe, you-uh!" his words caught when you tried biting him, your teeth only lightly pinching his flesh experimentally and you felt your ego rise through the roof. Apparently mr scary demon was sensitive too. You tried biting harder and he moaned again, regaining his tight grip on you. “Watch it sweetheart.” He warned with a growl and you could just imagine the snarl tugging at the corners of his lips. “Why?” You asked innocently, smiling against his skin and without waiting for an explanation or thinking about the potential consequences, you sucked his flesh into your mouth and instantly regret it. Your teeth released him with a bleat as you were forced back against the wall causing an audible thud and several shampoo bottles to clatter to the floor noisily. “I was gonna let ya off easy, princess. But I've changed my mind.” Warning bells blared in your head and your hands released from around his neck to claw at the wall behind you “B-Beej, wait, I- ah!” He smacked his hips against yours roughly and instantly fell into a hard, past paced fucking as he no longer cared how sensitive you were. With nothing else to hold onto besides him, your knuckles turned white as you clenched your fists and curled your toes, involuntary riding along with him as you started to see searing in hot white behind your eye lids. You mewled from the coil that tightened inside you as he managed to reach a sweet spot inside of you all over again and you wanted to cry from the overload of hormones and chemicals running amuck through your entire body.
“[Y/N]?” You only just managed to hear Barbara from the other side of the door “Are you alright?” Beetlejuice didn’t look like he could speak as he focused on chasing his climax, but the look he shot you told you to answer her. “Y-Yeah!” You tried to reassure her with your voice threatening to break, you were teetering over the edge of bliss once more. You tried to speak again, but it was a futile effort as Beetlejuice upped his efforts to hear you struggle to hold back your moans. “I just... I- ah!” You pressed your face into his skin to shut yourself up, fearful that Barbra would hear you as your walls tightened and a second wave of pleasure rocked through your core, a little less intense this time but still gratifying. You were dizzy, you couldn't see straight and everything turned to static around you. “S-shit, shit- oh, Babes! Fuck yes!” Several more forceful thrust later and he released himself into you with a shudder and a string of curses, some you had never even heard before as he mumbled breathlessly leaning into your shoulder. You could feel him throbbing inside of you and your delicate frame trembled against him trying to recover. Every part of you ached, your legs, your back, the love bites on your skin... he remained inside you much longer than he needed to, his chest heaving in time with your own as he placed gentle kisses everywhere he could, as if reassuring you that you were alright and helping you through your second come down. He had an incredibly soft side, the more time you spent with him the more he seemed to show it, and the way he took his time to ensure you were okay before finally unsheathing himself from you made your heart flutter inside your chest. He laughed softly into the crook of your neck when you flinched and whimpered, and you wandered how he seemed okay already, maybe it had something to do with having a non-existent need to breathe. Unfortunately, he had forgotten the floor was wet under his feet, and he suddenly lost his grip on you when he relaxed and lost his footing. You fell to the ground together with a yelp, and your ass collided with the ground painfully.
“[Y/N]?!”
“I-" You paused to take a deep breath, trying to see past the stars in your vision from the sudden movement so soon “I just tripped!” If she replied to you, you didn't hear her as you felt Beetlejuice lean over and run his hand down your side, gently caressing your skin. “You good?” He asked with a raised brow and a serious expression and you nodded, hoping your face was already too red for him to notice if it got worse. But the second he had conformation you were fine you tensed as he slid a finger inside of you, uncaring for the mixture of both your juices that were no doubt covering his hand. “Good.” He purred while you curled forward, your head resting on his shoulder and whimpering as he slowly rubbed your throbbing inner walls that were already way over stimulated. “That's too much...” You whined at him as you reached out to find his wrist and hold onto it weakly “I can't...”
“Shhh...I told ya babes...” He slipped a second finger inside you and you squeezed your teary eyes shut, unsure how you hadn't passed out entirely from your high and the overbearing heat in the room. “...I got a thing for thee's...”
When the door to the bathroom finally opened Lydia approached it with her own towel in hand, only to flinch from the wall of steam that escaped through the doorway. You leaned against the frame for support with one towel wrapped around your trembling body, and another draped over your wet hair lazily, luckily JUST covering the sore marks on your neck and shoulders. You were red faced and in a state of disarray, hell, you were lucky you could still remember where you were. “Jesus [Y/N], you’re not supposed to shower for that long.” Lydia said disapprovingly, eyeing you up and down, and Barbra came up beside her with concerned eyes “The heat has probably gotten to your head, it’s like a sauna in there... you should go lie down.” You gulped and took a moment before you even attempted to move, you didn't know how your legs were still functioning at all after that. “Y-yeah... I should go lie down.” You took the first step and you wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. One orgasm would have been bad enough, but three? CONESCUTIVLY? You were used to maybe one a week if you weren’t too busy or too tired to treat yourself! You were still feeling hazy as you dragged yourself to your bed room, a hand trailing along the wall for support as you went. You didn't smoke anymore but it was moments like these that you felt like you could really just spark up, or worse, you felt like you just needed a long hug. Gross.
“You know,” Lydia called to you down the corridor with a smidge of bratty-ness in her voice “statistics show that lonelier people take longer showers! Get a boyfriend already! Or a girlfriend!”
“L-Lydia! She didn't mean that [Y/N]! You don't need to find a partner to feel love and validation!”
“Yes I did and yes you do!”
You ignored them both as you entered your room and fell against the door as soon as it shut behind you. There was a chuckle from inside your room and you looked over at Beetlejuice stood beside your bed with only his bottom half clothed, his striped shirt unbuttoned, and his wet hair slicked back. It was a good look for him, but you would be damned if you were going to let him know that. Still trembling, you made your way over to him, but before you could say more than a single syllable he stopped you. “I-"
“Uh bu, ah!” He placed a finger against your lips, and you didn’t even have the energy to scowl up at him “I got THREE good reasons why you don't have an argument anymore, babes.” He laughed at his own joke with a cocky grin, then removed his finger from your lips to begin buttoning his shirt. Without a word you toppled onto your bed and lay there, unmoving with your eyes shut, holding yourself and just trying to stay conscious. “Uh... babes?” Gently, he prodded your leg but you ignored him, still refusing to move at all. “Did I break you? Can you break breathers?” You took a moment to finally gather the strength to talk, “I just... I just need a minute.” You heard him chuckle again, and as the mattress dipped you realised he had moved onto the bed beside you, and you peeked open an eye to look at him. He was lay on his side, his elbow propped up and supporting his head. His shirt remained unbuttoned and your gaze fell upon the trail of green hair that rose from his pants up to his belly button, you hadn’t had time to notice it earlier. Cute. “Sorry babes, I sorta forgot you’re... you know, alive. You’re not as sturdy as the dead.” You took a deep breath through your nose, but when you noticed the distinct lack of HIM, you almost felt annoyance. You frowned and rolled onto your side lazily, and he quirked up an eyebrow at your expression, waiting for you to at last get mad at him for what he had done. “You smell like oranges.” You said in disgust, wrinkling up your nose, and the green in his hair lightened in confusion and surprise as his eyes widened. That wasn't the wet concrete and grave yard dirt smell you were used to. “I don't like it.” You told him maybe too honestly, and pushed yourself up on your arms. You didn't know why it bothered you so much. “You don't? Babe, it's YOUR shower gel.”
“Y-yeah, I like it, ON ME.” You sat up fully, the towel that had been over your head abandoned on the bed behind you. “ You don’t smell like you anymore. It’s weird. You’re not supposed to smell nice, you’re supposed to smell like... I dunno, like a musty old basement?” When he didn't reply you turned back to look at him, expecting him to make fun of you for actually enjoying his usual scent. There was a long pause where he only stared at you processing your words, until he shot up to his feet abruptly and threw his shirt over his shoulders and to the ground. He began unbuckling his belt as he strode towards the door, kicking off his shoes and you gasped. You stood up in a panic, holding your towel together at the front so it didn’t fall and hurried after him, suddenly finding your self fuelled by adrenalin “W-wait, what are you doing?!” He didn't stop as he pushed his pants down his legs, almost tripping over them as he tried to step out of them mid step, now in nothing but his striped boxers and socks. “I'm going to go roll around in the garden. Butt. Naked.”
“You are not!” You caught up with him and flung your arms around his waist with nothing else to grab onto to stop him from opening your bedroom door, hissing as your skin connected with his own cold flesh. You were thankful he hadn't just teleport to the garden, you wouldn’t have been able to stop him if he had. He halted in front of the door and whined at you, tilting his head to the ceiling “Why didn't ya tell me babes!” He spun in your arms, giving you no time to pull away as he hooked his own arms around you dramatically “I wouldda jumped you when you got OUT of the shower!” He groaned and fell onto you like a brat, suddenly becoming dead weight that you struggled to hold up for longer than two seconds, before falling to the ground beneath him with one of your legs bent awkwardly. He was heavy, and the air in your lungs was forced out in a short puff of air. “Get off!” you tried to order him with a strained voice, and when he spoke again his words where muffled as his face pressed into your neck “...You don't like me anymore because I smell good.”
“I never liked you in the first place!” You managed to wedge your hands under his shoulders and tried your best to shove him off of you, but it was no use. Your arms trembled and you growled, but he was too heavy, and you were still weak. With a huff you relaxed and your arms collapsed to the ground beside you. “And I still don't.” Finally he pushed himself up into his hands and knees, and you hated how adorable you thought it was that he seemed so upset about the pointless loss of his stench. “I'm never showering again.”
“I don't recall you showering at all! All that shower gel just rubbed off of me while we were-!” You stopped yourself, unable to finish the sentence as if saying it would make it more real. You grit your teeth and scolded yourself under your breath “Damn it. I can't believe I caved and gave in to you again.” You pushed yourself up on your elbows so you didn't feel as vulnerable lying beneath him, but as you did your towel pulled away from your body and you gasped, trying to cover yourself as his eyes hungrily moved down to your hicky covered chest. You turned red and tried to yank the towel back up, but he quickly slammed one of his hands over it, stopping you from doing so and scoffed “Its a bit late to start acting so shy doll, don'tcha think?” He grinned sleazily and you recoiled back, your furrowed brow wavering “You are just unbelievable! Get-mmph!” You were cut off by his lips pressing to yours softly, his cool finger moving up along your arm, to your shoulder, then up your neck until they came to a rest at your face, his thumb caressing your cheek gently. He hummed in satisfaction when he felt your shoulders fall slack and your eyes fluttered shut as you found yourself melting into the feeling. There was something so enchanting about the way he caught you off guard by being so tender, and it wasn't the first time he had done it. You parted your lips slightly, expecting him to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away and you opened your eyes feeling disappointed. He sighed, moaning quietly before he opened his eyes, looking into yours and speaking too softly for the explicitly of his next sentence. “If you weren't already completely spent, I would put you on my lap and just barely fuck you for the rest of the morning.”
“N-no, you wouldn't,” You retorted feeling flustered by the suggestion and tried to deflect it, “because I have to go grocery shopping, and you- wait a sec.” You glanced down between you both when you felt something pressing up against your inner thigh to see his boxer shorts tented. “How in God's name are you hard again already?!” He laughed at the astonished and red expression on your face, and he moved his hand away from your face to grope himself instead with a soft groan. “Because the dead don't need to rest babes, I can go over and over again all day and all night.” He let go of his erection and sighed in disappointment “...So just be grateful I'm thoughtful enough to give my pretty little breather a break. Don't want to wear you out too much just yet...” Everything he said made it harder for you to hide the butterflies you knew that shouldn't have been in your stomach. “Excuse me? Your what now? Don't act like you own me because we’ve had a few hook ups.” You tried to back away, crawling your way from underneath him, but sensing the movement he grabbed hold of one of your wrist preventing you from going anywhere. “Hook ups?” He laughed and you realised he actually laughed and smiled a lot. Had he always done that or were you just paying more attention now? “You don't hook up with your room mate sweetness.” Room mate? That sounded better than illegal squatter you guessed. “I do-not-regret to inform you that we are a FLING. A very much ONGOING one at that.” He tugged your wrist up so you were pulled into him, your face within the rage where you might have felt his breath on your lips had he had any. “Says who?” you snarled at him, but he smirked back with his eyes dipping down to your lips. “Says you after I'm done with you.” Just like before, he kissed you, but this time he didn’t pull away when your body told him you wanted more. His long tongue dragged along your bottom lip before it pushed into your mouth, and you were unable to stop yourself from kissing him back. You loved the way you could feel his mouth warming up as he invaded your own, exploring it eagerly and curling and twisting his tongue around yours. You moaned gingerly and wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close, and you weren't sure if you pulled him to the ground or if he pushed you down, but as he made himself comfortable on top of you, you almost forgot what it was you were so agasint. He hummed in amusement as he pulled back, taking a trail of saliva with him that broke apart in the space between you. You took the chance to breathe and clear the fog from your brain he always seemed to cause. “Face it sweetheart,” he murmured down at you “The more wrong it is the more you want it. I don't think you could stop now, even if you tried.”
“I AM trying!” You retorted angrily as you turned your head to look at anything else but him, but he caught your chin with his hand and pulled your face back to his. “Well then ya proved my point, so how about you quite pretending you aren’t into this.” Shit. He was right. He grinned back at you smugly as he saw the cogs in your mind beginning to turn - as long as he was staying with you there was no way you were going to be able to avoid potentially sleeping with him again, you had to recognise that as a fact considering the pair of you had the sex drive of hormonal teenagers. You scanned his face searching for even a smidge of malice or wickedness, but all you could find was a playful look in his eyes and the gentle touch of his hand.
You gulped, and when you spoke your voice was as low as a whisper “...Then, a-as long as this stays casual... I guess there’s no prob-" He didn't let you finish now he had the go ahead and kissed you one more time. “Stop doing that!”
“Why? Am I making you wanna go for another round?” He asked jokingly and nuzzled into your neck, he was so flirtatious you found your self laughing softly at him, he could be quite charming in his own odd way. You heard his non-existent breathing hitch and he lifted himself back up “Do that again.”
“Do what?” You asked unsure what he was talking about, but he gave you a lopsided smile and shook his head “Nothing.” You were about to ask him what was up but there was a knock at your bedroom door. “Hey [Y/N], are you still going to get groceries today? We are out of milk again.”
“Sure Adam, I'm just getting dressed!” Finally Beetlejuice helped you to your feet, and he even handed you your towel back that you swiftly used to cover yourself up with. “Adam should learn not to drink all the milk, geeze.” He said slyly and you cocked a brow up in his direction “Oh, so Adam left the empty carton on my desk, did he?” His eyes glanced sideways at the empty milk carton and various other empty wrappers and packets for a split second, before looking back to you. “Yes.”
“Oh yeah? So did he also write ‘ADAM HAS A GROPABLE BUTT' in the fridge magnets?” He snorted a snicker and you rolled your eyes. You were lucky that Barbra thought that she had done it as a joke and just forgotten about it. You might have been able to semi-control/keep him occupied during the day, but when you were asleep there was nothing you could do to stop him wandering around the house and acting like a freaking raccoon. “Get dressed.”
“Why?” He looked down at the floor and kicked at his clothes that were still thrown about. He looked like a dejected child in a sulk “I was gonna roll around the floor for a while and hope I smelled dusty by the time you got back.”
“You’re coming with me dingus, I let you stay so you wouldn't have to be on your own, right? I'm not just gonna leave you behind.” There was also a high probability of him causing trouble without you there to bug. His eyes brightened and you saw a flicker of appreciation in them as the green in his hair became more predominate. Had he really thought you had forgotten why he was even there in the first place?
On your way out of the house you popped into the kitchen to get your grocery list off of the notepad on the fridge, but Barbra pointed to it sat on the counter waiting for you beside a fresh cup of coffee. The Maitland’s were so nice to have around, they were both always so organised. Lydia was stood beside the counter rubbing her wet hair with a towel lazily as she munched on some toast. “You’ve been acting weird.” She said to you as you paused at the counter to read over your list and take a sip of your drink, grimacing from the lack of milk in it. “Have I?”
“Just a little,” Barbra backed her up as she walked over to the fridge to put the butter away for Lydia “Are you overworked this week? You've spent a lot of time in your room the past few days, I- huh. Adam honey! Did you write ‘BABS HAS GREAT BAPS' on the fridge?” You inhaled the coffee in your mouth and it came out of your nose as you coughed and spluttered it back up, Lydia laughing in hysterics beside you. God damn it Beetlejuice! “Never mind [Y/N], what is with you two lately!” Lydia continued to laugh and you couldn’t help but wonder how he had managed to change the magnets so quickly, you were thankful that the extent of his demonic abilities were so far only used for stupid pranks. “But really, [Y/N]. No ones seen you for like, three days.” She placed her toast down to turn and look at you, looking concerned. YOU were supposed to be the responsible adult in the house, besides the dead ones, you were supposed to be the one that looked at her concerned when she was acting weird! “You’re right, I'm sorry. I’ve had a lot on my mind lately...”
“Do you wanna talk about it later?” GOD NO. “No, that’s alright Lyds, it’s just work stuff.” You didn't like lying to her, your heart hurt in your chest and guilt encased you entirely. It made you really think about what it meant you were doing by letting Beetlejuice stay in your room secretly. Even if it wasn't lying to everyone you were keeping information from them, and that made you feel bad. It was a decision that affected everybody after all, a decision you had taken it upon yourself to decide without anyone else. Maybe you were making a mistake.“Thheennnn... you wanna have a movie night later? We haven’t had one of those in a while?” You smiled and thought about the evenings you had spent with Lydia just bundled up on the sofa in the living room watching horror films and eating snacks, you had the time for once since it was a day off, but what about Beetlejuice? Would he really be okay on his own in your room? You sighed through your nose as you came to the realisation that this arrangement with him wasn’t going to work for long. “[Y/N]?”
“U-um, actually Lyds, I can't tonight...” She looked disappointed, and you noticed the way Barbara glanced at you both with concern. “It's not often you two have time anymore, I mean with Lydia’s school work and your job, why don't you-"
“I'm sorry, I really can't tonight... another time, I promise...”
When you finally made it to your car after your string of excuses with your reusable shopping bags in tow, you peeked into the back to see Beetlejuice laying over the back seats with a big dopey grin on his face. He was excited to finally be able to go somewhere besides your room. As you threw your bags into the trunk, you thought about how nice he looked, you had insisted on him cleaning his suit up before you left and it was refreshing to see his suit only looking faded, not covered in mould and dirt. As you got into the driver seat you crossed you fingers and made a little prayer “Please please please start today!” You pushed your keys into the ignition and turned, the engine chugged once, twice, then –
*Snap!*
The engine started! Wide eyed you looked back at Beetlejuice lying in the back. “Did you do that?”
“I dunno, did I?” He smiled and you turned back to the front, considering the possibilities. If he could keep your car running for a little longer, what else could he do that you hadn't even thought about? “Huh. You could be more useful than I thought.”
“Alright! Now you’re talking my language baby!” As you pulled out of the drive he sat up and leaned forward between the front seats “Do you even know what I'm capable of? Let's go cause some trouble! I say we paint every tree along the street black and white! Fuck it, let’s just go rob a bank!”
“We are not doing either of those!” You scolded him and he pouted before disappearing and reappearing in the passenger seat beside you, and you made him put his belt on. “Hey babes,” he mused and you glanced in his direction as you tried to focus on driving “We should totally have sex on the back seats.” You jerked in surprise and tried to talk through stutters as your cheeks turned pink “I d-don't- I, uh-" He started to laugh at your expense and you sighed, it probably wasn’t even a joke. You looked at the back through your rear view mirror, there was actually quite a bit of space back there, if you sat on his lap you could probably- wait, no, NO! Just because you had admitted that there was maybe something casual between you both, didn't mean you had to think about fucking him every moment of the day! You took a deep breath to clear your head and looked back to the road “Don't you think about anything else?” You asked him curiously and he tilted his head at you “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you think about sex a lot Beej. C'mon, there must be more going on in that head of yours?” He placed his hand on your thigh with that sleazily look on his face “Sweetheart, with you around it’s all I CAN think about.” You smacked his hand away and he hastily withdrew it with a wince. “Ouch! geeze babes, I'm just messing. Of course I think about more.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?” You asked him doubtfully and he shrugged. “Like tits.”
“That’s sex.”
“Panties.”
“Sex.”
“Naked people. Specifically, naked you.”
“S-still within the same category as sex.”
“...Adam.”
“Se- wait.” You eyed him suspiciously while trying to come to your conclusion on what category he belonged in. “Adam?”
“Naked Ad-"
“Whoa okay! Yeah, still sex!”
“Damn. You’re right.” Astonished, he looked out of the front window and looking as if he was questioning his entire existence with his hair fading into a miserable blue, you reached over and pushed your fingers into it. “We need to get you a hobby.” His hair quickly returned to normal, a few pink streaks hiding amongst the green as you massaged his scalp and he moaned softly, leaning into your hand. The noises he made were a bit too similar to those he made during questionable activities, and you pulled your hand away despite his disappointed whine. You hoped he didn't notice your flushed face.
This new norm was going to take some getting used to...