Hey so I was wondering if you could write a Beetlejuice/reader fic where the reader has a thing for beetlejuice’s voice. Like a voice kink.
I, too, love the Beetleman’s voice.
Thanks for the request Anon :) enjoy
It does get spicy so 18+ only please :)
I tried to put a cut in and it didn’t??? So 18+ only please, for emphasis
Beetlejuice x Reader with a voice kink, basically
When you first met Beetlejuice, you honestly had no idea what to make of his voice. It sounded like his vocal cords had passed through a paper shredder and were haphazardly stapled back together by some guy with shaky hands, yet he used his voice to say the raunchiest and, admittedly, sexiest things.
At first, you brushed off all of his flirtatious behavior because you knew guys like him flirted with just about every pretty human they could get their eyes on. In Beej’s case, people either didn’t hear him because he was invisible to them, or they ran away screaming. He always wore a proud grin though, regardless of how they reacted. Slowly, however, you started to notice that his passing remarks and sexual comments targeted at other breathers had taken a sharp turn towards the Netherworld. They all but stopped completely. Then, for a week in a row, you kept track, he didn’t say anything remotely suggestive to anyone except you.
With every ridiculous thing that came out of his mouth, you fell more and more for his gravely voice.
You got home one day while Beej was still out and thought, sincerely, about the idea of letting this ghost actually… come onto you. Maybe he was’t into you like you thought he was, but having observed how he usually acted and seeing how that changed when you started hanging out with him more, you started hoping that he was interested.
He came over later that night and immediately asked to watch a movie.
“Hey babes!” he yelled through the apartment as soon as he opened the door. “Let’s watch something!”
When he raised his voice it rang through your ears and made your heart start pumping faster. He walked up to your dinner table where you were finishing the quick dinner you had made yourself.
“How about we do something different tonight. We’ve been watching a lot of movies.”
He pulled out the chair closest to you and plopped himself down heavily, spreading his legs and leaning back in the chair. You glanced out of the corner of your eye at his very cute thighs.
“Well… you could read me a story,” you said, making bashful eye contact with the demon.
“Sure sweet cheeks, so long as it’s something dirty.” His eyebrows went wild as he tilted his chin up and crossed his arms. His voice sunk low and seductive. You winced a little at that and his proceeding actions and took a quiet breath.
“I was thinking more along the lines of…” You tried to think of something that you’d enjoy more, or that would be less obvious, but you couldn’t. Your mind was already fantasizing him saying all sorts of things quietly and close to your ear. “Actually, that sounds good to me.”
Beetlejuice stood up, eyes wide, hair going pink a bit to match his blushing face. He was quiet for a moment before asking, “For real? Shit. This is gonna be great!” He ran off towards your bedroom, where he knew you kept physical copies of old smut books you had bought up at garage sales over the past couple of years.
You practically threw your plate into the sink and ran after him, giddy and light on your feet.
When you got to the door of your bedroom you saw BJ laying on his side on your bed, waving a book in the air, eyebrows all over his face once again. You hopped up onto your side of the bed and laid on your back, not sure if you could handle looking at him while he was reading.
He very sassily flicked the book open with his wrist, eyeing you the entire time. Then, the bastard cleared his throat as if to taunt you, preparing to read whatever piece of smut literature he picked out.
“Okay babes, this oughta be good.”
There was almost no foreplay in the writing. It got right to the action and Beej kept leaning closer and closer to you with every explicit sentence he read.
It was horribly written, but it did the job.
“’Ah fuck,’ said Veronica. ‘I’m gonna ride you to the moon baby,’” read the demon. Then he giggled. Whoa.
You couldn’t help a moan from escaping you. The combination of his dirty talk, although indirect, and the little giggle sent you over.
A deep blush spread over your cheeks.
Beej stopped reading for a moment before he resumed, clearly having heard you but not saying anything. Maybe he thought it was the smut that was getting to you.
You noticed, however, that he has somehow gotten a few inches closer, and that his voice dropped to a lower, raspier, growlier register. He also slowed down his pace and turned up the dramatics, really trying to sell every word he was reading.
You closed your eyes and kept listening, trying to keep yourself together while you melted at the sound of his sweet words.
His voice got a lot closer to your ear too, and you felt the bed sink in a little.
“He licked up the length of her clit, slowly, patiently.” His lips touched your ear at the last word, which he delivered in the quietest, raspiest voice you thought he could muster. The seductiveness in his voice was overwhelming. You opened your eyes for just a second and saw the book laying down on the comforter. He was just improvising dirty talk to you.
Holy crap. He was dirty talking to you.
You swallowed hard and prayed that he kept going.
“He shifted his weight to be further up on her, now lavishing her stomach with succulent kisses.” Fuck. You moaned again and grabbed your shirt, clenching the fabric in your fist.
You felt him mimic his own words as the weight of his hands being placed on either side of you sank into the mattress. A leg slid between your own.
His mouth was still almost pressed against your ear, voice low and slow.
“He worked his way up, savoring the view of her naked body beneath him.”
His leg pressed up into your crotch and you tightened your everything at the sensation of his touch.
He became even quieter. “Is this okay?” he asked.
You squeezed your shirt even more and nodded twice.
“Good.” Then he giggled against your ear, lips touching your skin. He nipped your lobe with his sharp teeth.
He kept this going for at least another thirty minutes, lowering his body onto yours once his arms got tired from supporting his own weight, but he never groped you or got physical while he turned you into a hot mess with just his voice. He was enjoying pleasuring you more than he had enjoyed anything in a while, savoring the opportunity to be so intimate with you. He had abandoned being flirtatious with everyone else to show you he cared, or rather he had forgotten about making sly digs at others because you were always on his mind. Your sweet smile. He didn’t expect you to have the same feelings for him even though he was working hard to deliver the idea without saying it that he liked you, so when you moaned and tensed with only the sound his voice, he was thrilled. When you didn’t shy him away when he moved on top of you, he was ecstatic.
“Babes,” he said after having thoroughly wrecked you. “Were you just horny, or are you actually kinda into me?” You glanced over, still sweaty, and saw him bite the inside of his cheek. You knew he might have doubts about your liking him, but after that, after letting him do all of that, you couldn’t believe that he doubted your liking him.
You turned on your side to face him. He was laying beside you on his back, eyes glued to the ceiling. “Beej. I really like you.”
His face fell to meet your eyes then he hopped up on his knees. Geez, he might as well be waving a little puppy tail behind him looking like that. “Really hot stuff?! I like you too!”
“I know.” You smirked at him and he dropped and pushed you down into the bed, smirking back just as enthusiastically.
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