You and Michael only had one class together and that was your art class. He always sat by himself and it made you feel bad. You didn't have a big friend group, and wanted to expand your social circle
You sat down next to him one day and began working on your project silently. He didn't protest, and the two of your painted independently together for the rest of the week.
One day you finally asked him a little bit about himself. He didn't talk to you much, only just answering the questions you asked. You would fill in the gaps by talking about yourself, hoping a funny story or childhood memory would spark something in him and bring him out of his shell.
As you would come to realize, Michael did really appreciate your friendship. He began to open up just a bit more, asking you questions too.
One day, you asked him if you could come over to his house after school. He got very silent and made an excuse. You were young, but you weren't stupid.
When news broke out of the murder, you felt sad. Would you ever get to see him again? Would he ever be the same?
You didn't get to visit him. You were told the vists were for family only and that you didn't want to see him in the state he was in. So you waited. And waited.
The day Michael escaped, you were taking a walk through the neighborhood alone.
You noticed the tall figure approach you. You were a bit offput, but you didn't think they meant any harm. They were just standing.
You approached him slowly to let him know you weren't a threat either, though the thought that someone his size would find you a threat amused you quite a bit.
"Excuse me, are you okay?"
He took a step closer, reaching out to you.
"What are you..."
He took off the mask slowly. Your heart filled with joy. It was him. You knew it. Something was missing in his eyes, but you could still recognize your friend.
Not feeling like writing fics right now. Running out of inspo. Again please give me requests or questions or anything because idk what else to write about
Summary: This is technically a prequel! Taking place weeks prior to my first fic, just kinda setting the level of perversion BJ has.
a/n: all things considered, he is a pervert so I don’t really have to specify that lol
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“C’mon, babes. Just stay in tonight,” he spoke as if you could hear him.
The Poltergeist haunting your home had taken a special liking to your room. Watching everything you did. Listening in on your private phone calls with friends, overhearing you discuss how things were moving, noticing that your panties were going missing. He loved teasing you. His unknowing toy.
Beetlejuice watched you from the shadows. You were getting ready to go out with your friends for the night. Freshly out of the shower, hair and body still wrapped in a towel. Adoring the way your towel sat high upon your thighs, barely hiding your exposed core. Scent of your soap along with the steam of the shower filled your bedroom.
Feeling his cock jump when you laid back on your bed. Spreading your legs, the towel begging to fall off your body. Tops of your breasts exposing themselves. His hand going down to palm himself through his pants. Watching your body stretch barely flashing your bare groin to him.
“Fuck,” he grumbled to himself. Hand stroking his growing hard-on at the sight of you. Eyes fixated completely on your barely covered body. Allowing the towel to fall off your sides, your completely nude body on display.
Beetlejuice’s jaw hung open. Hands desperately prying his pants away from his groin. Freeing his aching cock from its confides. Reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out the pair of panties he had stolen from your drawer.
Sometimes when you were not home, he found himself prying through your things. That special drawer in your dresser usually the prime suspect of his desire. Looking through the mixture of fabrics. Fingers caressing the parts he knew had been pressed against your bare pussy. Finding a pair that fit his fancy. A lacy pair that he was for sure you had a matching bra of. Little accents of see-through fabric danced around the him, one singular red heart decorated the front pink fabric. Biting his lip as he hastily shoved them into his pocket. Hearing your door downstairs unlock.
Beetlejuice pressed the fabric into his nose. Sniffing the garment as if they were still dirty. Almost convincing himself he could smell the remnant of you on them. Sighing as he wrapped them around his erection. Using them as his own cum rag. Fucking himself with the pretty pink fabric.
Eyes unable to leave your figure as you walked over to your dresser. Grabbing your lotion and sitting back on the edge of the bed. Squirting some of the faint scented goop into your hands and beginning to rub it up and down your arms.
Beetlejuice’s hand grew quicker. Seeing you lather yourself up had his heart racing. Breath hitching in his throat when he saw you put some of the moisturizer onto your breasts. Kneading it into your skin. Hands massaging your breasts making sure to get every last drop on your skin. Begging for the same attention to be given to his cock.
You continued lathering each part of your body. Unknowing of the ghost watching and getting off to you. Completely unaware of your audience.
Hooded, lust blown eyes watched as you walked over to get yourself some clothes out. Staring as you bent over giving him the perfect view of your ass. Your pussy peaked through your legs. Unable to control himself much longer. He wanted to fuck you then and there. Imagining himself bending you over the bed and pounding into you. Fucking you to tears as you pleaded and cried for him. Begging to smack your ass raw, hand prints decorating the soft flesh. His lips biting soft purple marks along your jugular, making sure all those fuckers you hung out with knew whose you were. He hated those assholes. Noticing how their eyes would linger on your ass when you’d bring them home. Overhearing how they talked about you when you were not in the room.
Talking about his girl. Fucking assholes.
His cock was growing more and more sensitive. His end approaching rapidly. Twisting his wrist as he watched you cover up everything he had been so happy to see. Hiding away his favorite parts of this house. Pink fabric wrapped around his member growing darker as he leaked into them. Heavily breathing as he hunched forward slightly. Wishing he was inside you. Wishing you were saying his name. Wishing he could touch every inch of your perfect skin.
Watching as you pulled your thong up your legs. Seeing how it sat perfectly on your ass. Shooting his seed into the little pair of pink panties. Coaxing them into a deeper almost red now. Continuing to fuck himself through his orgasm until you were completely dressed.
Beetlejuice squinted his eyes shut as he rested his head back. Eyebrows furrowed tightly together. Chest heaving as he watched you leave your room.
What a creep.
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