Mother Nature (vamp! Dewey x reader x vamp! Beetlejuice)
âRepeat that, babes?â
âI said, you should find some other human to feed off of tonight, I donât feel up to it.â
Deweyâs brows furrowed. You smelled fine, heâd know if you were sick or otherwise unwell. You didnât even seem scared or unhappy, so what was bothering you so much? You crossed the room, leaving your perch on the couch, and brushed past him on your way to the kitchen. He got a whiff of blood suddenly, were you hurt? After a moment it clicked, and he clucked his tongue sympathetically, turning on his heel and walking after you. âOh honey, is it because youâre on the rag?â
Truth be told, you felt awful. Your joints and muscles ached, your entire pelvic region felt like it was about to explode, and on top of that every small thing made you want to burst into tears. Mother Nature had hit you especially hard this month, and you couldnât wait for it to be over. At his blunt, yet gentle question, you froze in your tracks, turning your head over your shoulder to look back at your rockstar boyfriend, who was now sporting a hungry smirk. âBecause I hope you know thatâs not a deterrent for either of us. Quite the opposite, actually.â His voice had taken on a low purr that went straight to your core.
âJeez babes, you smell fucking amazing.â Your head whipped back around and you nearly screamed at the sight of Beetlejuiceâs face so close to yours. For someone who was so loud, he could definitely move quietly when he wanted to.
âWell..if you want to..â, Your cheeks warmed at the thought of them touching you so tenderly when you felt most vulnerable, but you trusted them both with your life, you knew theyâd be gentle. Dewey shot Beej a look over your shoulder, and suddenly you were being scooped up gently, led to your bed which was somehow covered in soft towels.
Beej laid you down, stripping off the sweatpants and T-shirt you wore along with your undergarments, leaving you exposed. Part of you wanted to cover your lower half, but the way they both inhaled in unison, Beej managing to hold back a groan since he wasnât too hungry while Dewey couldnât, made you know that that wouldnât be happening.
Dewey slipped behind you, letting your bare back rest against his chest as he moved your hair away from the side of your neck, cool breath tickling your heated skin. He leaned in and kissed the junction between your neck and your shoulder with a tenderness that drew a whimper from your lips. âShh baby..weâre gonna take care of you, donât you worry âbout a thing..â
When Beejâs tongue pressed up against your clit, your immediate reaction was to grab his hair and pull him off, the sore skin there aching from the unexpected contact. Dewey slipped his hands into yours, intertwining your fingers and pressing them into the bed next to you slightly. As his tongue continued to roam, you started to feel yourself relax, laying your head back against Deweyâs chest fully.
Sharp fang tips brushed over your sensitive neck before sinking into the flesh there, practically purring as your hips bucked up instantly, the initial sting ebbing as Dewey started to feed steadily, the thrumming of your pulse against his fangs as delightful as always.
Yellow eyes stared up at you from between your legs, Beej humming appreciatively as his tongue lolled out, pressing into every bit of your folds that he could before his tongue came to rest at your clit, circling around the oversensitive nub gently, grinning at the way your hips thrust towards his face automatically.
The endorphin rush that came with one of them feeding made your head feel fuzzy, your knees feeling a bit weak as your head leant back against Deweyâs shoulder completely, taking slow, deep breaths that were occasionally punctuated by the odd gasp or moan. Your boys could be rough when they wanted to be, overstimulating when they wanted to be. They loved to feel and see you come apart in their grasp. But right now? They just wanted to to be nice and relaxed, and clearly they were getting the job done.
âYou taste so fuckin good babes,â Came beejâs voice from below you, his heady growl sending vibrations through your aching folds. âFuck babydoll, I wanna feel you cum around my tongue,â Your eyes popped open when you felt a finger slide into you along with his tongue, a second soon following with not much resistance. Vampire venom did wonders for your muscles, and there was the proof, one of your boyfriends knuckle deep inside you, nose pressing into your pubes as he lapped greedily.
Even with the brainfuzz of Deweyâs venom, you still felt your gut jump with embarrassment at the wet sounds that filled your bedroom, turning your head towards Deweyâs cheek and pseudo-hiding your face. âF..fuck Dewdrop...B-Beej...,â A well timed crook of Beetlejuiceâs fingers had you arching off the bed, eyes rolling up to the ceiling as you came. Dewey stopped feeding them, sliding out and laving at the little puncture marks with his tongue, his hands caressing your breasts, your sides, your stomach as you came undone between them.
â..thatâs it honey, just relax..â
â..fuck babes, youâre still goingââ
You opened your eyes blearily, unaware that youâd shut them at all, and realised that you were still cradled against Dewey, your back against his chest, and he was cupping your chin gently from behind, thumb stroking over your jaw as you roused beneath him. He gave a gentle coo when you shifted on his lap, humming and looking down, only to be met with the sight of Beej, his head resting on your thigh as he looked up at you like the cat that got the cream. His face was absolutely covered in blood, and he couldnât hold back a cackle when you closed your eyes again and laid your head back with a groan. âGod, how do you look good even with that?â
âWhat can I say, babes? Thatâs the power of the juice. Anything looks good on me~.â He pressed a small kiss to your stomach, eyes still locked on your face. âSo..did this do ya any good? Cause I think I speak for Finn and myself when I say that we could definitely make this a regular thiââ
You laughed and reached a hand down blindly, covering his face so that he peered up from between your fingers. âShush, youâgod, my legs are still shaking...but yes, I feel a lot better.â Your palm curved, raking your fingers through his hair affectionately. âThough I think we could all use a shower. And then snacks, definitely snacks.â
You only rolled your eyes, fond smile still playing at your lips when they both insisted that they already had the best snack they could ask for laid out in front of them.
