Imagines/oneshots Book 1

125. Chris motionless* - Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice

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Halloween party gone right 😉

* - smut af

Song: jack you up by mindless self indulgence
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I stood in the doorway of the large house and stared into the crowd. The party had just started but music was already bumping through the walls and out into the street. and people where getting drunk, Most of them probably pre-gaming on their way to the infamous Halloween party. It was an invite only event every year and I'd longed to be included for quite sometime, this year finally being it. But the truth is I had connections, being quite the Halloween enthusiast myself and drawing attention to myself over a short period of time. I stepped past a group of people grinding against each other to the loud music. I made my way into the extravagant Kitchen, Everything being covered in fake spider webs and pumpkins and fake bones. I had made it close to the back door attached to the kitchen and saw a fog machine spewing out over the glowing pool. I was really more interested in seeing the decor and people watching than I was actually partying. I pulled my tight black dress down a little bit as it rode up and scanned the room. I was starting to get uncomfortable, not knowing anyone here yet. Then I heard it.

"Hey stranger."

I turned around only to see Chris walking up behind me from the smoke filled patio, closing the sliding glass door behind him. He handed me an unopened bottle, remembering what I had told him the last time we were at an event like this together.

"Nice to know you still care enough to let me open my own drinks."

He laughed at me.

"Wouldn't want anyone to drug you of course."

I popped the cap off against the edge of the counter and took a swig.

"The short dress mortitia look is really working for you."

He took a a swig of his own drink. I raised a brow.

"You're not so bad yourself Beetlejuice."

I winked at him and he smirked at me. He leaned against the counter and looked up at me.

"So, I know it's been a while, but what's it gonna take for you to say my name three times?"

I almost chocked on my drink. Well, he was no stranger to being forward. At least we had a sexual history so it's not like I wasn't used to it. I leaned against the counter opposite him.

"Guess you'll just have to find out."

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He attacked my neck as we walked backwards into the large guest bedroom. He turned around long enough to lock the door but quickly came back to kissing me, his hands roaming my body. He squeezed my ass before throwing me onto the bed. As he climbed up between my legs I stopped him, pushing my heel against his shoulder.

"If you fuck me like last time I swear to fuck I will cut your dick off."

He laughed at me before removing my foot from his chest.

"Is it ever the same?"

I leaned up as he kissed me harshly.

"Of course not but I don't need more rug burn on my stomach and thighs."

He bit my neck lightly as he kissed back down to my collar bone.

"Of course not, just like we both don't need that much lube in our hair either."

I laughed at him and shook my head.

"It took me three days to get that shit out."

He pushed my dress up legs and kissed my thigh.