ngl, this is a story I wrote and posted over 2 years ago for the holiday seasons. But I was going back through my stuff and this one actually feeds into the "bad pick up lines" so it's time to revive it.
NSFW. Beetlejuice/f!reader. Basically PWP and Beetlejuice being a brat.
Enjoy!
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Under your skirt, a cold hand slipped from your upper thigh to your ass.
“No panties? That’s dirty.”
You tried to stand up, hissing, “That was a surprise for later, Beej! Now leave me alone, I need to get back–”
He didn’t move away and put his other hand in the middle of your back, pinning you in place. “Nope. I wanna take full advantage of this surprise right now.”
Despite feeling both hands on you, you heard the unmistakable sound of his pants unfastening. Panic made your mouth dry.
Speaking of which–
He’d caught you in the kitchen, bent over and looking for a serving spoon in a drawer. The room was a mess from all the meal prep; you never bothered about cleaning as you cooked because your kitchen had doors to close it off from the dining room. You loved old houses for their character, now with Beetlejuice holding you in place, kicking open your legs, and lifting your skirt over your hips you were doubly glad you shunned “open concept”!
You should stop him. You could hear muted conversation and the ‘tink’ of silverware on plates from the dining room. You should get away, tell him to leave you alone, tell him to come back later. But even if he listened–and the chance of that was slim to none–there was no guarantee he’d truly obey. Now that he knew you weren’t wearing anything under your skirt, what if he agreed, only to show up under the table? What if he shoved his face between your legs while you were actually having dinner?!
The chuckle Beetlejuice gave at your movement tickled you, and he ate you like he was starving. He licked through your folds till you were sopping, then shoved his tongue into you as hard as he could as if to taste you from the inside. The position and pressure he used put his chin in direct contact with your clit, and his scruff rubbed against that most sensitive bundle of nerves to the point of almost overstimulation. You whined into your palm, working hard to be as silent as possible.
“I know today’s about the bird, but I’m only really hungry for pussy,” he said, and before you could say or do anything, he crouched and dropped his mouth between your legs, managing a combination of lick and suck that made you cry out.
You covered your mouth with your hand to keep more noises from escaping. That was a mistake, because losing one arm for support made you unbalanced. You had to lean more forward towards the countertop to steady yourself, and not, you lied to yourself, to push yourself up on tiptoes and lift your hips to present more of your pussy to him.
He, however, knew you were trying to keep quiet, which only spurred him to try and get you to make noise.
When your legs started to tremble and you were almost at the point of actively trying to get away, croaking, “Beej, it’s t-too much, Beej–” he let up. Not to completely respect your boundaries–because he was like that–but to instead use his lips and tongue on your clit instead.
The juxtaposition of his facial hair and now the softness of his mouth made you arch your back and cry out again. This time he didn’t stop, even when you begged, and you came in an embarrassingly short amount of time. You could feel him grin–when you could feel anything besides pleasure radiating throughout your body–against your pussy as you came back down from that high.
Somehow, he still hadn’t released you; one hand had planted itself on your spine, and that’s where it stayed. He stood up again and as you heard his trousers drop, you glanced back. The wandering hand that had started this whole thing by discovering your naughty secret now held his cock, and he dragged the head through the wet folds of your pussy.
It felt impossibly hard against your softness.
“That’s my girl,” he cooed, “taking this pecker like that. No more … fowl language, okay?”
“People want turkey for the holiday, but you seem excited for this cock.”
You groaned again, a combination of desire and exasperation. “You’ve gotta stop talking, Beej.”
“What, am I ruining the mood?”
It was on the tip of your tongue to snap back that no, what was ruining the mood was him deciding right here and now was the perfect time to get it on with you, but the tip of his cock slipped into your cunt before words could actually make their way out.
Instead, you gave a long low moan the entire time it took for him to sheathe himself inside you completely.
“Oh, fuck you,” you groaned weakly.
“Yes ma’am, if you insist–”
He made good on that. His hips slammed into yours, knocking you painfully against the edge of the counter with each thrust. You did your damn best to keep quiet but weren’t entirely sure you were successful; each time he bottomed out and his balls slapped against your clit you squeaked. Once it was clear you weren’t going anywhere, he moved the hand pinning you to your hip. His other large hand massaged your ass, but it didn’t seem to occur to him to spank you. Thank heaven for small favors.
As quick as you came on his mouth, he seemed like he was following suit. Beetlejuice fucked you so hard, so quick, that it was obvious he wasn’t going to last long. Each thrust made him grunt, and his fingers began to pinch, holding you so tightly.
In only another few moments, his rhythm became uneven and he pushed into you so hard you gasped as he came deep inside you.
For a bit he leaned heavily atop you as you panted for breath, your cheek on the counter. Finally he eased back away from you, and you whined at the feeling of emptiness as he pulled out. He helped you stand upright again and turned you to finally face him.
“Don’t tell anyone you had dessert before the meal, baby,” he said with a grin.
You rolled your eyes as you straightened your skirt back into some semblance of respectable. “Give me a paper towel.”
“What for?”
“So I can shove it between my legs and not have your jizz running down my thighs!”
He snorted and handed you one, then hiked up his trousers. “You better get in there before your family comes looking for you.”
“Yes, I know!” you groused. “It wasn’t my fault I’m late for dinner!”
Beetlejuice chuckled. “You loved it.”
That cocky self-assured smirk made you roll your eyes again, even as you couldn’t help but smile. You kissed him lightly.
“Now get out of here! Come back after everyone has left!”
He touched two fingers to his forehead in a sarcastic salute, then made to refasten his pants. You shook your head and stepped sideways to extract yourself from between him and the counter.
“Did you really hate the innuendos, baby?”
You fixed him with a stare.
“‘Cause I’ve got lots of other ones for Christmas time, when your family comes for the next big meal. Wanna suck my peppermint stick? I’m gonna stuff your stocking. I’ll make sure you don’t have a silent night. When I think about you I touch my elf–”
You burst into laughter, which made him grin. Still laughing, you gave him one last kiss, even as your family started calling for you to come back to the table. You squeezed his fingers as you walked away, swinging your hips and knowing he couldn’t help but watch you go.
You knew he’d be back for round two after everyone else was gone.
i just went and saw beetlejuice again, honestly hearing about how much u enjoyed seeing the tour multiple times rlly influenced me to go again. you’re so right about them being more comfortable interacting with each other. i loved seeing the little things that have changed! justin added some super funny bits during the scene with the sandworm and the maitlands just seemed extra goofy that night it was wonderful :)
(i do have to add a horny bit for u tho - tour juice really does use his tongue more than the other juices huh)
Hell YEAH
I love hearing about other people's experiences seeing the show. It is definitely something to try and see more than once if possible because there is always so much going on that it is easy to miss the interactions between characters while focused on the main action of a scene.
It is so much fun to see Justin's interpretation of the titular character: a little more feral, a little more creature, a less put together, a lot more tongue. He gives me delicious vibes and I like it. Much more monster than sympathetic . . . (all my opinion, of course!).
Allow me a moment to reflect and give my opinions on the different Juices, including opinions on the way they're played. This will be below a cut so feel free to scroll on by.
With so many people playing Beetlejuice, differences are inevitable, especially since the character breaks the fourth wall and interacts with the audience. I've seen Alex, Will, Andrew, Elliott, and Justin in the role (alas, I've not yet seen Matthew or Lee!) and some observations:
To me it is clear that the actors with an improv background have more freedom with the character. They're much more willing to take a chance with something and much more comfortable with 'rolling with it.' The two that have less of an improv performance background are very good from a technical standpoint, but aren't as 'loose' (for lack of a better term). They have a script and they stick to it without much straying from it. That's not a bad thing! Just different and much more 'classical' than the others.
However, that ability to go with the flow allows for more spontaneity and can make those audience interactions or playing to the audience extra special. The actors that know how long to stretch a bit, when to move on, how to handle audience interruptions and whatnot with ease and command just make the character and show that much better.
We've all heard of Alex shushing adults. Andrew rolled with it when the audience spontaneously shouted back "We see you, we appreciate you, we fear for our lives around you" during his speech, going off script and dismissing us with, "Nope. Didn't work," before continuing. Justin has stretched the whole "look Lydia, now we both have dead moms!" bit to the point of uncomfortable hilariousness.
All of them are pros at that sort of thing, and make the live theater experience that much more memorable.
I love how Will and Elliott play the character. It's fun and it's on brand; the best thing about Beetlejuice is there is no one right way to be Beetlejuice. Brightjuice is iconic. Blumjuice is softer, more in need of cuddles. Koberjuice is big and has lots of 'daddy' vibes. Mattoxjuice leans towards Blumjuice, but a little more playful. Collettejuice is more on the creepy, dangerous side.
Basically, what ever flavor Juice you want, it's there. And with the musical opening in Brazil, Japan(??, plus other countries, hopefully!), and the cruise, there'll be lots more to love!
