Work Text:
Being sent home early from work was a rare occurrence, you were sent home an hour early due to your incompetent boss making a shecdual error and having too much staff on hand, and since you were the next one off you were sent home. It wasnt bad, just weird having your routine messed up, won’t beetlejuice be surprised your home early, you smiled to yourself, staring out the bus window. The demon who crashed at your apartment constantly whined about how you work too much, and how you need to take it easy once and awhile, which basically ment ‘stay home and hang out with me’.
Yes he was clingy and alittle creepy, kinda gross too, but it suited it, and was somewhat charming in it’s own special way, okay so maybe you had a crush on the ghoul, you enjoyed having him around, he made you laugh, he was interesting, and wanted your attention, no one else ever wanted your attention more then BJ did, maybe that’s why you basically let him do whatever he wanted within reason of course.
Beetlejuice didnt have a phone, and you didnt have a landline, so you couldnt tell him you were coming home early, meaning you couldn’t give him a warning to stop whatever awful thing he was doing while you were out.
Which if course was jerking off, Beetlejuice has mentioned on multiple occasions that he is a very sexual being, you would always just wave it off as a joke, beetlejuice has constantly made lewd passes at you, yes they made you blush and flustered, but you could never tell if he was messing with you or not.
You try and get your mind off these embarrassing feelings and stare out the window watching nothing in particular as you headphones drown out your brain.
So There was the demon in question, laying on your bed, a pair of your panties fresh out of your laundry basket held to his nose while his other hand slowly teased his cock. This was a part of his routine when you were away, to tend to his urges, he wanted you so badly, you were so kind to him all the time for no reason, you were fun to mess with too, not to mention how you let him loose on people who were dumb enough to knock on your door, what more could he want from a breather? I mean that body didnt hurt either, god slash satan he wanted to squeeze that cute behind of yours.
Beetlejuice was so wrapped up in what he was doing, confident he had all the time in the world to enjoy his little activity, it was like nothing else mattered except your scent and his throbbing cock, besides you wouldn’t be home for another 2 hour or so.
He could imagine it now, you sitting on his face, his tongue buried in you pussy, while you were jerking him off, you would moan and shout praises of how good he makes you feel. With that image he couldnt help but start licking the crotch of your panties, desperate for the taste of you.
“You taste so good sugar~ you like that dont you~? Fuck you’re so good for me sweets” he babbled to himself, hair an electric pink, picking up his pace as he groans out your name, so focused on what he was doing he didnt hear unlock the front door and come in.
You assumed beetlejuice isnt around since the moment you walk in the door hes normally all over you, you shrug and drop your stuff. You perk up when you hear Beetlejuice shout your name, coming from down the hall, you respond with a hum, taking your shoes off.
“Y/N!”
what? Why was he yelling? Did he have something to show you? You head towards the noise.
Stopping in front of your bedroom, door slightly ajar, you frown, you told beetlejuice multiple times how you dont like him in there without supervision, as you go to push the door open you freeze at what you saw.
Beetlejuice laying completely naked on your bed, your panties in one hand and his cock in the other. You cover you mouth and step aside from the door, you can’t believe it, do you say something? Do you just pretend you didnt see it? He’s doing it in your bed, this was wrong, you have to do something.
“Oh y/n you’re so good for me”
You’re torn from you thoughts by his gravely voice.
He’s thinking of you?! I mean no shit, those are your panties in his hand, you glance back to the room.
Beetlejuice had your panties pressed to his face, while he stroked himself, you felt like you’re legs were gonna give out, this was private, but hes doing it in your bed, as twisted as this whole mess was you couldnt help but feel turned on by the scene. You like beetlejuice so much, and yeah maybe you might have thought about him when you were alone late on those sleepless nights.
“Oh sugar, come on, you like that? You naughty thing” he purred bucking hard into his hand, you couldnt help but let your hand drift between your legs, rubbing yourself over your clothed sex.
This was so messed up, but it felt so good, you wanted to join him, but fuck you were too nervous to even move, so watching will have to do.
“Fuck, sugar, I’m gonna cum!” He growls, bucking hard and bringing his strokes to a punishing pace.
Biting your knuckles to keep yourself quiet, god you wanted to feel him buck that hard into you, you’ve dreamed of the demon pounding up into you while you rode him multiple times.
“Oh sweetheart!~” with that he came, spurting him cum on his hand and stomach. Beetlejuice didnt need to breath and yet he laid there panting, sighing he wipes his hand on your blanket without a second thought, you flinch at that, as hot as it was, you should do some laundry before you go to bed tonight, in theory it’s hot, but youd rather not sleep in cum stained sheets.
You haven’t finished yet, debating on if you should continue or slink away and pretend to just come home now, before you could decide your cell rings.
You hear the movement of the springs in your mattress assuming beetlejuice herd it, you were lucky enough to be out of sight, you decline the call and sprint to the front door as quietly as you could.
“Y/n? Sugar? That you?”
Taking a deep breath to compose yourself.“Yeah, just got home, they let me off early”
Engulfed by green smoke, beetlejuice appears before you, pulling you into a tight hug spinning you around as he always does when you come home. You couldnt help but feel super awkward about it,
“Just got back myself sweet stuff, I was messing with the old couple few doors down” he laughed
You knew he was lying, but it didn’t matter, it ment he didnt notice you earlier and believed you just came home, thank god.
Unfortunately you have to deal with those lady blueballs until hes out of your apartment. Needless to say the whole evening hanging out with the demon was more then awkward for you, since the ghoul didnt exactly get the whole personal space thing.
You weren’t exactly ready to confront beetlejuice with your feelings, but at least now you know he wants you too.