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“I'm going to the store Lydia!” You shouted up to your younger cousin who was spending time with the resident ghosts in the attic. It had become a regular thing for them to help her with her school work. “Do you or the Maitland’s need anything?”
“No we are all good!” Lydia shouted back down the staircase followed by shouts of confirmation from Adam and Barbra. You smiled, it was funny to think how quickly the spectres had become part of the family. It had almost been a full year since you had moved into the house with the Deetz and your quirky Aunty Delia, and you were feeling a little nostalgic. This time last year you were lucky enough that your Aunty had taken you in after having nowhere else to go, and even luckier that Charles Deetz and his daughter Lydia had accepted you into their family.
You entered your bedroom to get your bag from your computer chair, but just before you flung it over your shoulder and rushed out, an odd sound of clattering clothes hangers and a soft thud halted you in your tracks. With a curious hum you turned towards the sold hardwood wardrobe against the back wall, expecting to see Barbra stood in front of it rattling hangers trying to scare you as she so often did, to keep her 'ghost powers' in shape she would say with a giggle. But to your surprise there was nobody there, only your own reflection in the wall mirror and the large teddy that sat on top of the wardrobe, missing an eye.
You were about to dismiss the noise, it was an old house after all, spooky creaking and the occasional bang here and there were not all that rare, but when you heard the clinking of the hangers again you frowned. Was there somebody in there? Surely not, you thought to yourself, Charles and Delia were on their honeymoon, and you were pretty sure Lydia, Adam and Barbara were upstairs in the attic – you could hear them laughing and joking with each other. The wardrobe wasn’t very big, if there was anybody in there they wouldn't have a lot of room, but that would explain the movement you kept hearing.
Feeling like a responsible big sister, you dropped your bag to the floor and approached the wardrobe to investigate, for all you knew it could have just been a mouse, you had seen a few around the house before a few times. You put your hands on both handles and opened the doors, but whatever you were expecting to be inside that wardrobe was definitely not what you actually found. Looking like a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, a familiar green haired demon stared back at you with a nervous grin. “Uhhhh... Hey babes, LOVE what you've done with the place." You frowned at him, searing with anger and shock that the ghost would ever have dared to come back to the house. “You! What the hell are you do-mmmphhh!” In a panic, he reached out and grabbed you, pulling you into the confined space with a large hand over your mouth. He spun you around and shoved your back against the back of the wardrobe with a light thud, the hangers swinging either side of your head. “Shhhhhh! Keep it down!” He whispered at you aggressively, and you scowled at him furiously. He lifted his free hand and snapped his fingers, then suddenly the wardrobe doors shut behind him blocking out all the light and plunging you into darkness.
Your heart was racing and adrenaline was shooting through you causing a buzzing in your ears. Who did he think he was?! You heard Lydia calling for you as she hurried down the stairs, and when you heard the concern in her voice you wanted to kick him off of you and warn her he was back, but anticipating your reaction he put a little more force into keeping your mouth shut and pressed his body even closer to your own, pinning you in place. He pushed his leg in between yours, and as you felt where he was accidentally applying pressure you inhaled through your nose sharply. The situation was very quickly putting you in a terrible predicament.
He leaned in close and you could feel the cold from his skin beside your cheek, then in his gravely voice he ordered in a whisper “Not. A. Sound.” Your heart thumped against your rib cage and you worried that he would be able to hear it, you didn't want him to know how hearing his voice in your ear like that had almost, ALMOST, been sexy. You blushed then scolded your own foolish thoughts, and made sure to remind yourself who this demon was. Lydia entered your room, Adam and Barbara looking down the stairs to the ground floor in the corridor. “[Y/N]?” Lydia called out for you looking around, she must have heard you shouting before. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you could just about make out the features of the man pressed against you, you watched him open his mouth as if he was talking, but the voice that you heard next sounded as if it came from downstairs, and it was yours!
“I wont be long!” He snapped his fingers a second time and you heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Enraged, all you could do was stare at him, and you could imagine how he was probably smiling at you with a smug grin feeling proud of himself. Despite your anger, you had to keep telling yourself what he was capable of, if you had beat him off, who knew what he might have done to you? You knew first hand that he wasn't below hurting people, even contemplating murder on more than one occasion. He had a bad habit of always getting what he wanted, you and Lydia had to literally stab him in the back last time to get rid of him.
Lydia sighed as if relieved, but when she spotted your bag on the ground she frowned and walked over to it. “She forgot her purse again!” Lydia yelled into the corridor and you could hear them chuckling at you. Alright, you were a tad forgetful sometimes, but the fact that they were not worried that you had gone without it this time was not to your advantage. They had no idea anything was wrong! You could hear her leaving the room and then stay in the corridor to talk to the Maitland’s about getting some lunch.
"Look,” He whispered in your ear again “I'm even gonna say please, so please don’t rat me out, at least not yet, okay?” He wasn't know for his manners, it took you by surprise, and something in his tone almost made him sound desperate. You weren't sure why you nodded and agreed not to scream and to hear him out, perhaps it was his musky stench clouding your senses. You hated to admit it but you had always found the smell of freshly turned dirt that lingered on his clothing and in his hair to be quite pleasant. It had a strange calming effect on you, you thought it was maybe because he smelled like nature, but you were probably the only one that found the smell bearable. Feeling your sincerity, he lowered his hand slowly, but you didn't hesitate to snap at him quietly “Beetlejuice! What the hell are you doing here?!” He held is finger to your lips to encourage you to be quieter and you wanted to bite it. “I got my reasons babes, but I can't let Lydia or those other two losers see me yet... they might still be mad at me.” Even though you couldn't see his face, you could hear a strange hurt in his voice, and it made you stop and think before you barked at him again. Was it possible that he had changed after everything that had happened? Had his little soul searching trip gone well?
“They might be,” you admitted, not bothering to hide the contempt in your tone “but I doubt you came back just to see if they were still angry at you. Why are you here?” He lingered in front of your face, his nose only inches away from your own, but you still couldn't really see him in the darkness of the wardrobe. He moved his leg, only a tiny bit to one side, but it pushed against a particularly sensitive area under your skirt and you gulped, forcing yourself to ignore how you were beginning to feel a little hot under the collar. You knew he wasn't doing it on purpose so you couldn't exactly get mad at him, that would let him know what he was doing and you didn't need the embarrassment. You felt like he was about to say something, but suddenly Lydia came back into your room. “[Y/N] has some good recipe books she never uses, let me grab one and we can make something for when she gets back.”
As she got dangerously close to the bookshelf that was beside the wardrobe Beetlejuice shifted on his feet nervously, but as he moved his leg again you jerked forward and tried to squeeze your legs shut to block out the sensation that the friction was causing. It was about now, as you accidentally let slip a small, quite indecent gasp-like moan, that you were beginning to wish his hand was still over your mouth, and you slapped one of your own over your lips to cut off the noise. You felt the blood rush to your face and you held onto the hope that he hadn't heard you, but when you slowly raised your eyes to look up at his face through the shadows you realised it was far too late for that. His whole body tensed and you could see that his eyes were wide in shock, it was weird to see him looking surprised, and you wondered if it wasn't for the lack of light if you would have seen a face as red as your own looking back at you. Almost as if he was testing something, he moved his leg again experimentally and you tightly grabbed hold of his arm, unsure whether it was an attempt to make him stop or to support yourself. Now intrigued by your reaction, he did it again, and this time you lowered your hand to snarl at him “Stop moving!”
“Why?” He asked faking innocence, then lifted his leg a little higher and your hand shot back over your mouth to hold back another moan. You felt his hands gently come down to rest on your hips and you felt goose bumps ripple over your skin. You were beginning to feel too hot for the small space you were currently confined in, an overwhelming heat building between your legs from the friction he started creating by grinding his leg against you at an excruciatingly slow pace. You shook your head and scowled at him again, unsure what was happening. Lydia sighed and walked away from the book shelf “Screw it!” she proclaimed leaving the room “Let’s just order something, we'll get [Y/N] something too.” You heard the Maitland’s agree to the idea and the three of them descended the stairs.
You were about to feel relieved and snap at him to get off you, but suddenly, as if he had been waiting for them to leave, Beetlejuice leaned over you and nuzzled his face against the skin on your neck. Your breathing hitched when you felt how cold he was and his stubble scratched at you gently. Your hands gripped at the front of his suit and you unintentionally exposed more of your neck for him by turning your head away. He tenderly planted a kiss below your ear and began leaving a trail of kisses as he moved lower and along your jaw line. “H-hey! Hang on, what do you think your...” You couldn't finish your sentence and trailed off as you tried not to think about how out of hand things were getting. It was as if he knew exactly where all the most sensitive parts of your neck were, and every other kiss he would linger a little longer to nibble on that spot. You squirmed and bit your lip in an attempt not to let slip another moan, terrified of letting him know how good that felt.
You could feel him smirk against your skin and his hands at your hips gripped tighter. “Me? What are 'you' doing?” At first you weren't sure what he was talking about, but as he bit down a little harder at your collar bone you arched your back into him and realised you were involuntary grinding against his leg. You told yourself it was him doing it with his hands on your hip, forcing the motion out of you as you continued to try and get off on his leg. But a thousand curse words ran though your mind, it was pretty obvious it wasn't him doing it, it really was you. His hands snaked around your waist and held you close against him, that earthy smell you liked so much invading your senses and preventing any sort of reasonable thinking. “Q-quit it!” Feeling embarrassed, you tried to hide the tremble in your voice with anger, but as much as you tried, you just couldn’t make yourself push him away. Again, his rough voice spoke so close to your ear that it sent a shiver down your spine and made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.
“You must be pretty touch starved if I'm turning you on baby cakes. How ‘bout I remedy that for ya...” He returned to giving attention to your neck, now being noticeably more rough as he bit and sucked at your skin. Shit! That was going to leave a mark! You squirmed and whimpered at the pain, but his arms tightened around you, holding you in place. When he was finished his wet tongue glided across the spot causing a strange sensation of pleasure making you shiver. “Who do you think you are?” You snapped at him when he pulled back, probably to admire the love bite on you neck, you assumed he could see better in the dark than you could. “Uh, the demon you’re currently dry humping?”
“Then stop moving your fucking leg!” You raised your voice a little too loud and panicked, worrying that somebody might hear you. “Hey, you’re the one that got all horny. How do I know this isn't actually what you want?”
“Are you an idiot? You tried to kill Barbra, forced Lydia to marry you and got me stuck in hell, TWICE! Why would I- nngghh!” He latched back on to the now throbbing part of your neck, nibbling at the bruised skin and drawing shapes on it with his tongue. “Say what you want babes,” he spoke against your skin “those moans are saying something different.” One of his hands ran down the curve of your hip then tugged at your shirt, untucking it just enough to slip his hand up under it. You inhaled sharply from his ice cold finger tips grazing over your skin and making their way towards your chest. “D-Don't flatter yourself!” You tried to snap back at him but it wasn't as stern or confident sounding as you would have liked, the feeling of his hand cupping your breast over your bra forced you to arch your back again and he growled into your skin. Oh god, that sound alone was enough to drive you crazy! He pushed you up against the back of the wardrobe forcefully, and this time you could feel all of him against you, including the hardening bulge against your thigh. You couldn't hold back your moans when he began rubbing his thumb over your hardened nipple over the lacy fabric, so you tried to keep them quiet by covering your mouth. After a moment, Beetlejuice pulled away from your neck, but continued to caress your breast.
You wished you could see his expression as he moved his face to be inches away from your own, but part of you was glad you couldn't see. No doubt he would be looking quite pleased with himself knowing that he was making you melt by touching you like that. “You gotta keep it down babes,” he purred like he was mocking you “what would Lydia think if she found you like this with me?” Oh Christ, he was right. Was there even a way to talk your way out of this one? You were too horny to push him off of you? You doubted that would have been a reasonable excuse. His free arm reached up and pulled away your hand from your mouth. “Why don't you try this instead.” You were only able to voice a few audible, desperate pants before a freezing sensation connected with your lips. He pinned your arm against the back of the wardrobe beside your head and although you were surprised at first you quickly came to terms with the fact that you were kissing him. Your eyes slid shut and you melted into the feeling. You felt his slick tongue probe at and run along your bottom lip, and as you opened your mouth and gave him permission to enter you could feel him warming up. There was no competition between you, no battle of dominance or aggressive kissing, you didn't have any fight in you at this point now you were so riled up. It was surprisingly passionate. Slow, deep kisses with his tongue dipping in to your mouth every so often, you found yourself moaning into his own mouth and you felt his lips curl into a smirk. Never in a million years would you have imagined that you would have one day kissed the demon of your own violation, but here you were, completely overwhelmed by how delicate he was being. You had been expecting him to be a sloppy kisser given the amount of times he had forced himself upon yourself and the Maitland’s, but making out with him was completely different.
His fingers hooked into the top of your bra and yanked it down, and you gasped when he cupped the exposed flesh and gave it a hard squeeze. He groaned erotically and rut against you several times in response “Oh baby, I've always wanted to get my hands on these...” He moved his head and began kissing your neck again, and you had no idea what to do. You wanted him so bad at that moment, but you had to remember who he was and what he had done. “Why did you even... come back?” You had to talk between breaths while you held back the noises you wanted to make. “I had nowhere else to go,” he admitted with a hint of sadness in his voice, then you arched into him with a soft moan when he pinched your nipple between his finger and thumb “I figured if anyone was gonna convince the others that I could stay it would be you, voice of reason and all that bullshit.” You wanted to laugh, your ‘voice of reason’ wasn't exactly doing a very good job at that moment in time. Forcing down another moan of pleasure, you questioned his logic “So, what? You think this is how to make your case?!”
“Hey! You did this, not me babes.” He let go of your wrist and reached down to grab your leg, pulling it up into the air by holding under your thigh. “H-hey, wait a second!” He didn’t listen as he moved his leg aside and replaced the friction with the erection in his pants. Your breathing hitched as he wasted no time in grinding into you with deliberately slow thrusting motions. With a grunt he buried his face into the crook of your neck, clearly enjoying the feeling of rubbing his cock against you. He breathed out a sting of curses, and you could feel your leg that was keeping you up right growing weaker. It was almost orgasmic to hear him moaning into you like that, combined with the sensation of him rutting against you and playing with your nipple, you started to feel a knot tightening inside you. “Oh fuck...” he breathed out in a strained voice and you found your self subconsciously reaching your hand up and tangling your fingers in his messy, green hair. At least you thought it was still green, you knew it had an odd habit of changing colour, but in the darkness you had no idea what it could have been. You weren’t expecting it to be so soft, it always looked so wiry. He hummed pleasantly when your fingertips massaged his scalp lightly, and he leaned his head into your hand.
“Who were you calling touch starved earlier?” You asked feeling cocky, but wished you hadn't. It appeared to spur him on and he sped up, grinding into you more forcefully. Your other hand wrapped around his neck for support, you weren't sure if you could continue to hold yourself up forever, but luckily, you didn’t need to for much longer. In one swift motion, he pulled away from your breast after pulling your bra back up, which you found rather courteous of him, then reached down between you to fumble with something. It only took the sound of his zipper for you to realise what he was doing and your eyes widened “You're damn right I'm touch starved,” he growled against your neck, then leaned back to hover in front of your face “So when a pretty little breather starts to ride my leg, she doesn't get let off easy, sweetheart.” Before you could utter any protests, his lips crashed down over your own more forcefully than before. With more confidence he explored your mouth with his tongue eagerly, and you found it impossible to find the strength to reject him. He reached under your skirt and hooked his fingers through your panties, pulling them to the side roughly, and the feeling of his fingers grazing past your entrance made you shudder. He grabbed your other leg and hoisted you into the air, pushing you into the back of the wardrobe to assist keeping you supported, all while keeping his mouth locked with your own. Your hands continued to run through his hair, and you could tell he liked it from the way he occasionally fumbled at your lips clumsily, clicking your teeth together. You were too far gone to stop now, in fact, if he had stopped you might have whimpered in disappointment. As he readjusted his hips you felt something poking at your entrance readily, and you rasped out in anticipation for what was coming next. You couldn't tell if the slickness you felt was from you, or from him weeping pre-cum, you didn't care. But when he didn't move and pulled away from your lips, you looked at his face through the darkness with pleading, half lid eyes, moving your hips to try and encourage him to get on with it, you had come this far you might as well get it over with. You heard him chuckle at you in his husky voice, then move dangerously close to your ear, so close that had he had any breath you would have felt it against your skin. In a voice, lower than a whisper, he cooed, trying to sound seductive “...It's showtime.”
You wrinkled your nose and grimaced at his poorly timed and cringe worthy use of his catchphrase, but before you could voice your complaint he pushed into you at a torturously slow pace, and you mewled and garbed hold of him tightly. He was a little bigger than you had been expecting, and as he buried himself into you, you could feel your walls stretching to accommodate him. “F-fuck... you’re tight.” He gasped out into you and you dug your fingers into his back as you took your time adjusting to him, he wasn't wrong about you being a little touch starved, it had been a while. You felt lightheaded from the surge of pleasure that rocked through you just from feeling yourself sinking onto his hard cock. Like the rest of him, it was cold at first, but he quickly warmed up.
Once fully inside you there was a pause where he just listened to your breathing, and nuzzled into your neck, almost too affectionately. “...Are you alright?” he asked softly, surprising you by the concern in his voice, but you were in no mood for whatever game he was playing. “The fuck do you care?” You groaned back in response, trying not to lose yourself when you felt him twitch inside you. He huffed a laugh through his nose “You’re fine.” Then all at once he pulled out, almost all of the way, then pounded his hips into you forcefully, quickly setting a steady rhythm as he repeated the action over and over again. You flung your head back and tried to moan as quietly as you could to the feeling of him fucking you up against the back of the wardrobe. But muffling your lust-fuelled moaning would have been pointless now that the whole wardrobe was rocking with each thrust and the hangers were clashing together around you. “B-beej, shhh-hhhhhh!” You tried to stuttered at him to lower the volume, but he bit down on your neck again, sucking hard at a different spot and sending shockwaves through you. He somehow managed to find the time to groan out his pleasure as he continued to abuse the sensitive skin. “Babe, fuck... you feel so fucking good!” Your hips continued to move on their own, rocking into him with every thrust and you bit down on your lip trying to hold back all the lewd things you felt like saying. Each time the head of his cock pushed into you it hit that special sweet spot and you felt like a spring was tightly coiling inside you. Your breathing was erratic and when he jolted you up a little higher by you legs suddenly, he was able to reach deeper and you cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, grabbing onto him for support.
His head snapped up suddenly when you both heard the sound of the stairs creaking, and he dropped his speed to a snail-like pace. Pulling out of you fully so slowly you could feel every inch of him, then pushing back in to you just a tiny bit faster. It was amazing, and torturous, and had it not been for him bringing his lips down onto your own, you might not have been able to keep yourself quiet. Just like his pace, his kissing was sluggish and drawn out, almost too passionate for the man you knew him to be. The hangers quickly came to a stop and the room was plunged into silence beside the very faint lewd, wet sounds of him penetrating in and out of you, and the occasional sound of your lips smacking together. Neither of you could see outside of the wardrobe, but you could hear the others faintly from the hall way. “Did you guys hear that banging too?” You heard Lydia, and you prayed to God/Satan that she didn't find you and Beetlejuice in that wardrobe. His kisses deepened and he didn't have to use much force to push his tongue into your mouth, rolling it over your own hungrily. You wished his hands weren’t occupied keeping you up, you wanted to feel them all over you, running up and down your body and grapping at your breasts. You couldn't believe the thoughts you were having about him, about Beetlejuice! You wanted to smack yourself in the face, but the feeling of pleasure washing over you every time you felt his cock slide inside you outweighed your shame. You pulled your face back away from him to gasp for air, red faced and panting, it seemed he had forgotten you were a breather in the heat of the moment and actually needed oxygen to live. A trail of saliva still connected your lips to his and you wanted nothing more than to feel him pounding into you again.
“What was it?!” Adam shouted up the stairs from the living room and you heard both Lydia and Barbra call back down to him. “We can't see anything.”
“Just the old house I guess... hey, has [Y/N] not come back for her purse yet?” Lydia asked, but you were too focused on stopping yourself from riding Beetlejuice to be worried. Even though you knew he didn't have any breath, being dead and all, you could hear him panting quietly. He must have been as desperate as you were to reach some form of relief and it made you feel incredibly turned on. Just knowing that the feeling of being inside you was driving him mad was making your heart race. “Hey, pizza guys here!” Barbra shouted from beside the upstairs window “Looks like he’s still too scared to come up the drive.”
“Are you guys gonna come with me and scare him again?” Lydia asked slyly, and had you been in any other state of mind you would have wanted to tell her off. You were always telling her to stop scaring the delivery guys to get discounts, but on this occasion it was just what you needed.
The second you heard the front door swing open and shut and the whole house become quiet, neither of you could hold back anymore. He quickened his pace almost instantly and attacked your lips again. You curled your fingers in his hair and held onto him for life as he slammed into you repeatedly, the wardrobe shaking around you. “Oh s-shit, fuck, yes!” You blurted out between kisses, unable to moderate yourself any longer, and a low growl erupted from him. You were expecting something explicit from him, but he seemed too focused on what he was doing to do anything more than moaning curses into your mouth. The small space you occupied was so warm now, and the air inside was filled with the smell of sweat and sex, as well as the musky smell that came from him. That coil inside you got tighter and tighter, and soon you were almost at the peek of a climax. You had a feeling he knew from the way your walls were tightening around him and he pulled away from your lips just long enough to moan out your name so sinfully that it pushed you over the edge.
You saw searing hot white and jerked your hips into him as you buried your face into his shoulder to muffle the sound of you moaning a mixture of curse words and his name. “F-fuck! Beetlejuice!” You rode out the waves of ecstasy on his cock, and he only had to thrust into you a few more times before he reached him own relief, exploding into you with a grunt and tensed muscles that locked around you. “Fucking yes! Oh, babes, fuck!” He cursed several more times as he continued to plow into you despite the slick wetness you could feel dripping down your thighs. After a moment he slowed to a stop and froze, perhaps only just realising what the two of you had done. You breathed heavily, unable to move as you held onto him trying to regain your strength, and your senses. It had been unlike any orgasm you had ever experienced, and you put it down to being so horny that week that the surprise sex in the heat of the moment had been so lustful that you couldn’t contain yourself. You felt drunk, you couldn't see straight, and you felt like at any second you would fall apart.
Gently, he slid out of you and you twitched from how sensitive you were feeling. “Hey, you alright?” He asked concerned when you could only pant with a flushed and sweat covered face, your chest heaving. He could feel you trembling against him, still experiencing your come down. Apparently breathes were a little more fragile than he had been expecting. You looked back at him confused through your exhaustion, he looked almost too kind in the dim light that you had through the crack in the door, too concerned looking to be the same crude and perverted demon you had met a year ago. You nodded, and he lowered you to your feet, but unable to hold yourself up yet you fell into him for support, gripping at his suit. He raised a thick green eye brow at you “You sure?” You looked up at him and frowned, gulping down your breathlessness, and suddenly reality hit you “What is wrong with you?” you asked angrily “What possessed you into to thinking that was a good idea?!” You felt yourself slipping and he wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you upright. Pressing his hands into your lower back to keep you stable. “Hey babes, I'm the one that does the possessing, and I can tell you that you did that of your own violation.”
“I-!”
The front door open downstairs and you could hear Lydia and the others laughing together. You felt Beetlejuice's arms tighten around you and his head leaned in beside yours. At first you thought he was trying to be comforting, which was odd coming from him, but as soon as he spoke you realised he was actually trying to intimidate you. He growled in your ear in a low grumble, a menacing aura emanating from him “You are going to convince Lydia and the others to let me come back, or I am going to make your life VERY difficult.”
“Oh, so that was your original plan, was it?” You questioned him angrily, suddenly feeling more energetic “Threaten me?” His grip on you loosened, only a little, but enough that it was noticeable. “I mean... it 'was'. But now I have a much better idea.” He let go of you suddenly and spun around, bursting out of the wardrobe with an eccentric flair, his jacket fanning out behind him. Being unprepared for the lack of support you fell to the ground, your legs sticking out of the wardrobe. You stared at him stunned, a horrible feeling pooling in your gut as you awaited what he was going to do next, praying he wasn't bring too loud. He looked down at you triumphantly, the light glinting on his sharp teeth when he smirked. “I’m gonna take a wild guess here doll, and assume you DON'T want anyone to know that this creepy old demon got you wet.” You recoiled at his words, knowing exactly where he was going with his point. He walked back over to the wardrobe and crouched down in front of you, reaching his hand to grab your chin and tilt your red face up so it was dangerously close to his own. There was something far more terrifying about being that close up to him now that you could see his face. His eyes were piercing and seemed to burn straight through you, but despite this, they were almost hypnotic. As green as his hair, they seemed to shimmer in the dying sunlight...
“Convince them to let me stay, and maybe there’s something in it for you...”
“Go fuck yourself Beetlejuice.” You told him angrily, not prepared to give in to his demands, and his smile dropped. You pulled your face out of his grasp and pushed your hands to the ground, forcing your skirt to connect with the floor as if covering yourself to offer some form of decency. “I wont tell them you came back, but you have got to leave. NOW.” He snarled down at you furiously as he stood up, and you suddenly felt very vulnerable. You knew the expression on his face, he was mad, and the way his hair slowly faded to a fiery red only backed that up. “I thought you were the reasonable one.”
“What the fuck is reasonable about letting you come back? Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice-"
“Don’t you dare!” He cut you off, and you could see some form of fear in his eyes, but you didn’t care. It was bad enough he had dared to show his face again, but to have the cheek to take advantage of you like he had! “...Beetlejuice.” He reached out in an attempt to grab you with a growl, but in a burst of smoke he was gone, sent back to the Netherworld. You sighed and leaned your head back, just taking a few moments to digest what had happened, and listening to your family downstairs, unaware that the demon had been with you. You were still trying to catch your breath, and you lifted a hand to wipe the sweat from your face. Oh god, oh god, oh GOD. What had you just done?!
As quietly as you could, you got to your feet, still feeling a little shaky, and examined yourself in the wall mirror. Your shirt was crumpled and untucked, your hair was an unruly mess, two large hickies decorated your neck and worst of all a mixture of lewd juice stained your skirt and ran down your inner thigh. Well, you were definitely going to burn these clothes. You couldn't have any reminders, or evidence, from what you had succumbed to. A horny, panting mess, willing to get it on with a demon just so you could get some relief. You weren't some hormonal teenager! You were a young adult! You looked around for some clean clothes while you tried to come up with a plan for what happens next, your heart rocketing in your chest. You tried to put thoughts of how good it had been to the back if your mind.
You vowed to keep the encounter quiet for the rest of your life, and your afterlife for that matter. But at that moment, you had no idea how hard that was going to be...