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"Stop."
Beetlejuice growled, shoving his clone forcefully off of his cock. His clone complied, backing away from him, albeit very confused, wiping away a line of drool as it went. The ghoul seemed to pick up on this, waving an apologetic hand towards his clone.
"Don't worry 'bout it. It's just not the same." He mumbled, resting his head in his hands, trying to stifle the gloomy mood he'd brought about the room. A couple of his clones watch him anxiously, murmurs of uncertainty within the crowd.
"Is the orgy not happenin' anymore?"
"I dunno, I think sad sex might be off the table today."
Beetlejuice growled, snapping his fingers to make the crowd of clones disappear. It was almost funny in a way. How he couldn't even rely on his clones anymore to fill that void that seemed to appear whenever Y/n left him. It was pathetic. He knew that. Being so codependent, and to a breather no less.
"Fuck. I didn't think I'd miss them this much."
He looked around Y/n's empty apartment. He'd already rifled through all their clothes, unfortunately they did laundry before they left so there were no clothes for him to sniff. He'd already ruined their bed. Snuggling into the dirty blankets had made him feel okay for a little while. Y/n's scent washing over him like a delicate mist.
He may have humped their pillows too.
Just a little bit.
Now here he was, on the verge of tears because he couldn't even have sex with his clones anymore without missing Y/n the whole damn time.
"Shit." He cursed, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation. You know what? Fuck it! He'd been meaning to check up on you (and probably scare you while he's at it) anyway. With a pop, he whisked himself away into your hotel mirror. The room was dark, the only source of light being the filtered rays of dusk that managed to sneak their way through the tightly shut blinds.
He squinted, looking around the room. Y/n's luggage messily placed by the bed, and on the bed: a gigantic pile of blankets. Beetlejuice snickered, recognizing the pile as his favorite little breather.
"Baaaabesss~" He purred, giving the mirror a couple raps of his knuckles. The pile of blankets shifted a couple times before settling back into place. His grin dropped, now rapping harder on the mirror.
"Babes! I know you're not sleeping! It's 7:00 PM!!"
The blankets jumped, a few pillows flying every which way, and suddenly Y/n was there in the middle of it all, bleary eyed and disheveled. Their head whipped wildly around the room before settling on the mirror, blinking rapidly a couple times to adjust to the lack of light.
"BJ? What are you doing here?" Their voice was strangely hoarse, which made Beetlejuice feel a prick of something in his chest.
Arousal? Hurt? Horny? Who's to say?
"Oh y'know, I got bored stiff, toots. Figured you missed your ghost with the most~" He lied, shooting finger guns at them. They giggled as Beej's guide hat suddenly sat crooked on their head. They adjust it to sit more comfortably on their head before standing to properly greet Beetlejuice. His eyes eagerly followed the blanket falling away from their body as they stood, skin greeting him.
Where were their pants?
"I'm really glad you're here." They admitted, approaching the mirror.
"Me too."
"You want out~?"
"Say the B words, baby."
They say his name three times, and he's quick to step out of the mirror, quickly enveloping them in a tight hug. He inhaled their scent, purring as he nuzzled his face into the space between their shoulder and neck. His hands traveled further down, playing with the band of their underwear.
Goddamn.
"Alright, babes, what's gotcha all hot and bothered?"
They tense.
He frowns, pulling back from the hug. They seem embarrassed, pulling his hat down over their face to hide from him.
"Nothing."
Beeteljuice snorted. "Well, we both know that's a lie, toots. You were feelin up those pillows weren't ya~?"
Their face gets a brighter red, the hat being pulled impossibly further. He smirked, flicking the hat off their head. "Aaaand I'm willin' to bet I know who you were thinkin' about~"
They stay silent, their eyes darting every which way, avoiding his at all costs. Probably too embarrassed to admit they were thinking of him. If he wasn't turned on right now, he probably would've been extremely touched. (He still was, he just can't process emotions well okay?)
"Don't tell me you're too emb-"
"Just fuck me already."
Y/n interrupts, they're still putting on their best impersonation of a tomato, but now there's an undeniable air of want, and Beetlejuice is more than willing to comply to such a request.
With a click, Y/n's on the bed, Beetlejuice hovering over them. Both of them now naked. Y/n's body shivered in anticipation under Beetlejuice's fingers as they ghosted across their skin. He only teased for a moment or two before he grasped onto them. His hands cupping their face. A soft kiss quickly devolving into a hungry battle of tongues and teeth.
"Flip over." Y/n pants, pulling back from his mouth, a thin line of saliva still connecting them. He complies, putting them on top of him. As he leans back to enjoy the show of them lowering themselves onto his cock, his only thought is them. How could one breather captivate him so fully?
"I think I'm in love with you." He says softly, once their fully sheathed. Realizing what he said, his eyes are suddenly glued to the ceiling, avoiding them when he was literally inside of them was incredibly difficult, turns out.
He's laying down so it's fine. Right?
Fuck! Why the fuck did he say that?! He just ruined the one good thing he had going!
"What did you just say?"
They sound...hopeful? He risks a glance at them. They're still sitting pretty on his cock, but their eyes were wide and their lips were quivering.
"You heard me."
He was really dancing on the fence here, but you know what? Fuck it. He'll take the leap. They're worth it.
"I love you too, Lawrence." They say, their voice impossibly soft. His heart would've seized if he were alive.
"Ohhh, fuck." He breathed, not liking the feeling of wildfire burning its way through his veins. He sat up, knocking Y/n onto their back with an thump. He readjusted himself at their entrance, sliding himself in with care.
They moaned out his name again, and the fire roared, burning everything. His vision, his heart... He leaned forward, capturing their mouth with his as he began to thrust into them. It wasn't fucking. It couldn't be called that. This was different, this was.. he didn't know what to call it, but it was beautiful.
"Say it again, please." He whined, his thrusts losing their rhythm, his hips knocking into theirs with rapid smacks.
They're panting, but swallow and manage to get the words out. "I love -fuck! l-love you, Lawrence!" They yell, and he's coming undone, clutching them close to him as he bursts. The feeling of liquid fire too overwhelming to process. He grunts before collapsing on top of them, rolling over to their side, his cock leaking its residue.
Y/n smiles at him, nuzzling into his chest. "I love you." They whisper once again. That familiar flame reignites deep in his chest once the words leave their mouth. He can only smile back, too overwhelmed to say it again, at least fully. He wraps his arms around them, resting his chin on top of them.
"L-Love you too."