A Quick Turn Of Events, Part 3

A quick turn of events, Part 3

FemReader X Beetlejuice Mafia AU

Tw: Alcohol, Sexual acts and mentions

Part 2 <-

A new home

Lorenzo stands next to a king-sized bed. Watching Y/n as she sleeps peacefully. He doesn't want to wake her up. Not when she looks so comfortable. It's still early and she could use some rest. He admires how pretty she looks when she's asleep. He let's out a relaxed sigh before he leaves. Walking out of the room he softly closes the door. He puts his hands in the pockets of his dark green lounging robe made of silk. With a swift motion of his arm a cigar appeared in his hand. Already lit and ready. He made his way through the hallway and downstairs to the kitchen. There he spent the morning relaxing. He read the newspaper and drank his coffee. He didn't have to rush to get things done this day. It was pleasant to have a peaceful morning like this. He never admitted how much he actually enjoyed simple things.

Y/n feel so snug and cozy. She felt so comfortable sleeping in during weekends. And she had just had this magnificent dream. It was unlike anything she could imagine. And it was so sensual too. That's when she started to notice something felt different. This didn't feel like her duvet, or her bed at all. Her eyes shot open and looked around. This was not her bedroom. She sat up, examining the room. It was big and luxurious. Like an old victorian manor, draped in gorgeous dark details. She still had her outfit from last night on. None of it has been a dream. It was real. She couldn't believe that it was real. She pinched her arm just to make sure. When she slipped out of the bed to look around the room she saw her boots where neatly placed next to the door. There where also a couple boxes with her name written on them. Opening them and looking inside she saw all of her stuff. All the things she owned and had in her apartment. They had taken care of it all for her. She was shocked that it had happened so quick. She was speechless. Wandering further she discovered a bathroom. It was gorgeous. Big mirrors with intricate golden frames. Beautiful counters. A big vintage tub with beautiful legs. She felt like a princess in a Disney movie. Looking trough another door in the bedroom she found a walk-in closet. It had lots of different clothes, including the ones that she already owned. Had all this happened in one night? This guy worked fast. It was unbelievable. After having looked around a while she wanted to change clothes.

She was quick to change into a pair of her favourite sweatpants and a hoodie. It felt more comfortable than walking around in the dress. After she had changed clothes she ventured out of the room. The hallway was dimly lit and silent. The walls was coverd in all kinds of dark paintings and art. A gothic victoran look just like the bedroom had. She loved the way it looked. The beauty in darkness was so overlooked in today's society and this felt like a fresh breath. Walking along she admired it all. She walked down a dark wooden stair and found her way to the kitchen. She peaked her head carefully in to get a look. She silently walked in and noticed Lorenzo. He was sitting in a chair in the kitchen nook just as he had written in the note. He was reading a local newspaper it seemed like. He had one leg resting over the other. His robe revealed his chest a bit. His hair was chaotic, like he had been electrocuted. His skin looked paler and like he had darker rings around his eyes. She didn't remember seeing that in the club. Maybe it was the difference in lighting that did it. She didn't mind it, he still looked great. But it made her blush slightly seeing him like this instead of in a suit. He didn't even need look up to know she was there. He felt her presence in the room. Nobody could see it on him, but it made him happy. His voice broke the silence in the room.

"Morning doll, slept well I hope. Would you like some breakfast?"

He folded together the newspaper and tossed it onto the table next to him. Looking at Y/n he smirked slightly at her being awake and well rested. She looked so cute in the cozy clothes she had put on. His mind wanted him to get under those clothes and get a better look at what was hiding underneath. Getting to know how she really felt. How she tasted. To learn about her desires. But that would have to wait for now. He had to make sure she felt at home first. Let her know she was safe. Y/n looked around the kitchen a bit as she took a few more steps into the room. She hoped up and sat on the kitchen counter. Dangling her feet a little. She looked at him and nodded.

"Yeah, that would be nice. I do feel a bit hungry."

She felt a bit shy still, but gave him a smile nonetheless. Her stomach rumbled exposing how hungry she really was. Lorenzo smirked and rested his head on his hand. The rumbling of her stomach made her blush so much. It was adorable to see how embarrassed she got by such a small thing. She looked away to not feel so exposed. Lorenzo yelled out a name and waited.

"Dominic!"

Through the kitchen door another man walked in. He looked like Lorenzo too, just like Antonio did. But Dominic was about the same hight as Lorenzo and looked a bit chubbier and bulky. He also had his own colour, red. His left eyebrow had a big scar going through it. It didn't look like he was much of an accessory guy, but he had one goldring on his right hand. He had a soft and content expression on his face. He looked at Y/n and smiled before he turned to Lorenzo.

"Boss?"

"Dominic, would you be so kind and make Y/n something good to eat. She's very hungry."

Lorenzo emphasised the word very. He grinned, then he looked over at Y/n. She was looking down and fidgeting with her fingers. She felt a bit embarrassed. Dominic nodded and turned around. He walked up to Y/n with a kind and curious expression. She looked at him feeling a bit nervous. He didn't have proper language skills, but managed to get his point across.

"What..uh food you want?"

He seemed confident with his question. Lorenzo picked his newspaper up again and continued reading. He didn't seem bothered at all. He actually looked quite happy to Y/n. Despite how emotionless others would have thought he was. Not that he looked like one to admit his own happiness to others either. She smiled to Dominic. His struggle with words didn't bother her. She smiled at him. He gave her a comfortable feeling of kindness. That's what matters. She thought for a second putting one hand on her chin. What did she want? It was a good question. She eventually made up her mind and told Dominic. He simply smiled and nodded. He was quick to start and worked so efficiently. His skill and passion really showed as he made the food. It looked so effortless. Y/n was amazed at his work. It was exciting to watch him. She waited patently and took a seat at the kitchen table. Lorenzo occasionally peeked at Y/n without her noticing. When Dominic was done he elegantly served Y/n her food. He sat down the plate and a glas of juice. It looked so delicious. She looked up at him with a big smile before she dug in.

"Thank you Dominic, it looks amazing."

He smiled and gave a shy nod. She could swear she saw him slightly blush as he turned to go clean up. It honestly made him feel so happy to have someone new be so kind. Dominic thought she was adorable. Y/n quickly started eating and it tasted like heaven. She hadn't tasted anything like it before. It was like it melted on her tounge. The flavour was perfect. Dominic had an incredible talent. When she finished she felt so perfectly full. Not to much and not to little. Just perfect. She wanted to thank him properly, but he had already left. Lorenzo noticed that she was looking for Dominic.

"Don't worry, he knows already."

Y/n looked at him with a slightly confused expression. That was nice to know at least. She didn't want to seem ungrateful. It was honestly the best breakfast she had ever had in her life. Lorenzo put down his newspaper and stod up. He offered his arm to her. Y/n took it and stod up with him. She followed his lead and held onto his arm as they walked out of the kitchen. She felt so safe holding onto him. She didn't expect to feel this way so quick. He lead her to the living room. A beautiful and quiet room. It had a big fireplace with a portrait of Lorenzo above it in the centre. A beautiful oil painting. He looked so handsome, just like he is. In the room there was a gorgeous couch and two chairs made of dark red leather. They where placed around a dark wooden table in front of the fireplace. Lorenzo let go of Y/n and walked up to a bartable in the corner. He poured himself a glas of whiskey. He turned around to watch her as she looked around the room. He had a kind yet serious look on him.

"I'll let you have time to explore the house and feel more at home today. I have some work to take care of. I'm not leaving the house incase you should need me. You have access to everything in this house of course, except for my office. Understood?"

Y/n nodded. She understood.

"Then I'll let you get to it dollface. Enjoy your evening."

He walked up to her and put a hand to her cheek. He placed a soft kiss to her forehead before he left her alone. It was such a sweet act of him. Made her feel safer being in this big house. She spent a couple minutes in the living room before she wanted to find more stuff to explore. Leaving she found a dining room, a big library, a bathroom, and a door that she obviously figured was to Lorenzo's office. As she walked towards the stairs she passed by the kitchen. The house was silent and empty. Walking up the stairs she felt curious. She hoped to find something interesting. Maybe she'd meet Dominic or Antonio during her exploration. She walked down the hallway and past the door where the bedroom was. She found four other bedrooms. Each with their own colour scheme. She figured two of them belongs to Antonio and Dominic at least. One was definitely Lorenzo's. But the fourth purple one was unknown to her. Who's room could it be? She wondered if there was someone else she hadn't met yet.

Moving on she found another smaller living room. The fireplace in there wasn't lit. The lighting was soft. That's when she noticed someone sitting in a chair. They where sat faced away from the entrance of the room. She could only see the slight movement to their body. As she got closer she could hear their breathing was heavy. It was a man dressed in elegant purple clothes. It was probably his room she saw earlier. She got closer and wanted to ask him. Then she recognised his movements. What he was doing. She gasped. Her faced turned red and she froze in her track. He was jerking off. She figured that he probably didn't expect anyone to come into this room. As she was about to turn around his head fell back and his heavy eyes locked with hers. He grinned at her. She felt so embarrassed to have walked in on him. He didn't look like it bothered him at all. In fact he seemed to enjoy that she caught him in the act. He didn't stop. His motion only keeping a steady pace. She couldn't tear her eyes away. He kept jerking as he softly spoke.

"Ya like the show sugar?"

He chuckled as she quickly walked backwards and out of the room. Y/n felt her heart race and had to lean back onto a wall in the hallway. What just happened? It was surprisingly exciting when she got time to process what she just saw. It was actually quite interesting. She couldn't stop replaying it in her mind. He also looked awfully at lot like Lorenzo. Which only made it feel more intense somehow. He was just leaner and had green eyes unlike any of the others. She shook her head and continued her exploring. The scenario was still in the back of her mind, but it was quickly exchanged when she discovered the winter garden. Since she was on the second floor she had to go down a twisted metal staircase. It was a beautiful garden full of different flowers, trees and bushes. She walked around and looked at everything. There was butterflies, bees and even a fishpond. It was so serene there. She was so busy looking that she didn't even notice herself bumping into Antonio.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to walk into you like that."

She got stressed and didn't want to upset Antonio. He just chuckled at her thinking she was cute. She looked awkwardly up at him. His smile was comforting. She started to calm down when he didn't show any sign of anger or irritation.

"Y/n. You're looking around the house I see. How is it?"

She looked at him and smiled. She got excited at his question.

"It's been amazing. Everything looks so incredible. And Dominic is so skilled in the kitchen. But I uh.. Do want to ask who the guy in purple is? I sorta.."caught" him in the living room upstairs."

Antonio cocked his head at how she fraced her sentence. He understood that she had met Valentino, but it was the way she apparently had seen him that made him look serious. He cleared his throat before he answered her. His voice more monotone than before.

"That's Valentino. And he shouldn't have been doing what you're referring to when he knew you'd be walking around today. Excuse me Y/n."

He kindly bowed and quickly made his way past Y/n and up the stairs to the living room. She saw how seriously he took this. It felt nice that he cared like that, but she secretly found it fun that she saw Valentino like that. Valentino, what a fitting name to such a guy. She replayed the scenario in her mind. How he touched himself and leaned back looking at her with those eyes. As if he knew she was there before she even got close to him. She giggled to herself as she made her way back to the main living room through a door next to the twisted staircase. Lorenzo's voice made her jump as she entered the room.

"Having fun dear?"

Lorenzo is sitting in one of the chairs with his legs stretched out and resting on the table. His question was so unexpected when Y/n entered the room. Her little jump made him chuckle to himself. She wasn't scared, she just didn't expect him to be there. She soflty laughed it of and smiled.

"Yes, this place it perfect. I really love it here."

She sat down in the chair opposite from Lorenzo. She sat with her legs tucked to the side underneath her. It was a surprisingly comfortable chair. That was unexpected from such an old chair. She could probably stay in it for hours. Lorenzo pulled a cigarette from thin air. It was lit already. Y/n looked at him with confusion and curiosity. How in the hell did he do that? There's absolutely no one else in the room with them. Is it just a simple party trick maybe? She tried to find a rational solution to it. He just let out a calm sigh and smiled. He soflty shook his head at how confused she looked. She was cute. It was funny to watch as he could almost see how her brain turned.

"Heh, I have an explanation for every little thing you've noticed. It's not some cheap party tricks if that's what you're thinking. You'll understand it in a minute baby."

He followed up his statement by snapping his fingers three times. Shortly after Antonio, Dominic and Valentino came walking in. They really heard those snaps? Wow, they must have incredible hearing. They sat down on the couch next to Y/n and Lorenzo. They all nodded their hellos to Y/n before they looked at Lorenzo. Y/n was still confused about what was going on.

"Well, let's cut to the case shall we?"

Lorenzo flicked the cigarette out into the room and it disappeared midair. He clapped his hands together and looked at Y/n and the boys with an enthusiastic attitude. Y/n didn't know what to expect but listened on as Lorenzo began to explain.

"As you may already know I'm the Don of the mafia in town. But it's only me and the boys if I'm disgustingly honest. I used to work close with humans a long time ago, but they have proven to not be trustworthy. So I only keep them as business partners."

Lorenzo looked at the fireplace. Y/n noticed how infuriated he seemed to be at the people who had betrayed him. She was on edge but not scared. There was no reason to be frightened. Not yet at least. He turned back with an expression as if it was water under the bridge and long gone.

"Anyhow, I am a demon. Which probably explains some basic things for you. As for Antonio, Dominic and Valentino, they are my clones. I'm not quite sure why or how, but they developed their own personalities."

Looking at Valentino he grinned. He pointed a stern finger at Valentino.

"And I believe you, Val, have something to apologise for. As much fun as it might have been to have her catch you in the act."

Valentino was sitting furthest away form Y/n. He had a smug smile plastered to his face. Unlike Valentino, Dominic began to blush when he understood what Lorenzo said. Valentino would have rolled his eyes if he could, but with Lorenzo there he didn't dare. Valentino looked over at Y/n.

"I'm truly sorry Y/n, it won't happen again, I promise. Unless you want it to happen of course. Anything for you sugar."

Valentino winked. Y/n was taken back and blushed. His last comment didn't seem to be a problem to any of the others. They surprisingly seemed to find it either fun or interesting. She honestly thought Lorenzo would be mad or something at Valentino. Lorenzo clears his throat before he starts talking again.

"You see dollface, as my clones they have a direct connection to me. It's weaker than it used to be. I can still sense alot through them, but only when they allow me to."

He took a small brake to let everything sink in. To let Y/n catch up with the information. Let her pretty little head think. He ended with one last question for her.

"Does it still sound nice here with us after what you've heard?"

Lorenzo smriked at Y/n. His gold tooth shimmering by the reflection of the flames in the fireplace. His eyes where dark and seductive. The boys all looked at her. Watching her reactions to everything. They really hoped she wouldn't freak out or panic. Lorenzo knew they wanted her to stay. He felt their desperation. Heard their thoughts rambling over each other. Y/n took a few seconds to think about what she just heard. What it meant. It was more comforting than scary honestly. Well, she would have to get used to the demon and clone thing. But other than that it didn't sound to bad. She looked at them. Antonio had a calm look to him. She couldn't see any type of worry, just calm anticipation. Dominic seemed to be the worried one. He still had a pink tint to his cheeks after hearing how Y/n had met Valentino earlier. Valentino looked pretty relaxed, but he had this sense of curiosity over him. Lorenzo looked pretty content and secure in how Y/n would react. He looked at her with a calm and patient expression. He had a subtle and soft smile that wasn't easily noticeable. Y/n then looked down at the table in the middle. She felt confident in her answer and looked up again.

"Of course I want to stay. I just have to get properly settled and learn more about you guys."

She sounded happy when she talked. Her smile calmed the boys down. She could actually see how they felt more relaxed by her answer. Lorenzo's smile grew. He actually felt relieved that she wanted to stay. There was a small part of him that honestly had felt scared for a second. As the boys gently started to ask Y/n about her day Lorenzo rose from his seat. He listened to their little chatter about her day as he helped himself to a new glas of whiskey. Coming back to the others he spoke up. It fell silent as he started talking.

"I have some work to get back to, but you four enjoy the rest of the day together. Get to know each other better. I'll see you later tonight dollface."

Lorenzo leaned down and kissed her forehead. He ruffled the hair on top of her head with his hand before he walked of. She giggled at his small actions. It really was sweet how he made her feel loved with such simple things. She watched as Lorenzo left the room before she picked up the conversation with the boys. They could hear Lorenzo yell from down the hall before he entered his office.

"You better treat her well boys!"

Never steal from Micah Bell

Fem reader

Tw: mentions of guns, violence, fire, blood, sexual tension.

Tilly came running into camp. She was full of panic. Eyes vide and out of breath. She started screaming that you had been kidnapped by a gang. They had been after all of you for some time. They managed to get their hands on you wanting to get info on where the Van der Linde gang was residing. Everyone dropped their stuff and came running to Tilly. Asking of everything she knew. Miss Grimshaw took her away to clean her up as the fellers started talking. Dutch, Hosea and Arthur was scrambling about to gather their stuff. They quickly turned around when they heard the sound of hoves racing away. They all stood frozen looking confused between each other as Micah raced away. He had never shown any interest or care to save anyone but himself. Micah rodes as fast as he could. Rage was fueling him. The reflection of the sunset was like flames in his eyes. There was no mercy to be shown. Nobody who steals from Micah Bell had a life ahead of them. His laugh erupted. He felt like he would go insane if anything happened to you. "Ain't no one stealin from me who gets to stay alive."

You were locked in a small shed. Left in the dark small room. They had roughed you up a bit trying to get you to speak. Your head hanging down as you focused on sounds outside. You had shot up as you heard an all too familiar laugh and yelling. Micah! The cold bastard actually cared enough about you to come and save you. "I'm going to burn this place to the ground! Time to meet with your maker boys!" His maniacal laughter came through as you heard glass breaking and shots fired. You could see the slight glow of fire from outside. There was screaming and gunshots all around.

Then suddenly, it fell silent. No talking. No footsteps. Only the crackling of fire growing. You feared the worst. Then, the door of the shed swung open. Your eyes widened, and relief filled you. There before you stood Micah. The glow and sparks from the fire wild behind him. The dark silhouette was disturbingly impressive. His eyes felt cold and dark. Blood was splattered across him. Luckily, it wasn't his own. You jolted up and ran towards him. You hugged yourself around his neck. He hugged back and patted you back. "You came for me, you cold bastard, you actually came." Micah let out a soft chuckle as you pulled apart. He looked at you with eyes that told more than his words. "Couldn't let them get away with stealing the only thing I care more for than my guns." You felt a tingling sensation go through you at his words. You hugged him tighter with your head under his chin. Smiling to yourself hearing those words. That evil asshole actually has some feelings beneath is vile exterior. Something he would never show to anyone else, especially not back at camp. He couldn't let them know he actually had a heart. He would never hear the end of it if they found out he was a human after all.

Micah grinned to himself feeling how close you held onto him. He held you just as thight back. Feeling relaxed knowing you where safe with him again. He slowly slid his hand down your back to place it on your butt. Softly squeezing. You felt a cribling inside. A warm feeling that was building. He placed a kiss on your head before he moved to kiss at your neck. He let out a hum of appreciation. Your breath got heavy as you closed your eyes. You could feel him grow harder against your stomach. He pulled away and placed a kiss on your forehead. A soft smirk visibleas he spoke. "C'mon, let's get you out of here, we'll finish this later doll."

He gave you a pat on your butt as he helped you up on his horse. Then suddenly you heard a stampede of hoves arriving. It was all the fellers from camp. Arriving just as you were about to leave this place. They saw you sat on top of Baylock like a trophy. All safe and content. Your cheeks stilled flushed red from Micah's actions. They looked at the burning camp behind you. Half the place was burned already, and things had begun falling down. Arthur looked angry at Micah. "What tha hell, Micah?! Was it really necessary to burn the place?" Micah led his horse towards them with a prideful saunter. His sleazy grin taking it's usual form. He leaned a bit back and put his hands out to his sides, exaggerating his words. "You're late to the show boys. Everything's dealt with, and I've saved our dear damsel in distress. But I didn't take you for a slow guy in a rescue Cowpoke, or should I say slowpoke instead?" Micah mocked Arthur as he passed by everyone. You couldn't help but find it funny. You tried your best to hide it so Arthur wouldn't get more upset than he already was.

Micah eventually hopped up behind you. Making sure you were sat close to him. You could feel his still hard member pressed up against your back. Making sure you could feel how much he craved you. As Baylock started trotting away and back home, he put a secure hand on your thigh. Stroking at your inner thigh. It made your warm tingle feel like a flame stared inside. Melting you closer to him. He needed to feel you to know you where there. That you where safe within his hand. He had a grin on his lips. With a rough but loving voice he spoke. "Let's get you home and taken care of princess."

Beetlejuice fanfic

Tw: Sex, religious imagery, dirty talk, coarse language.

Like a prayer

On a chilly evening as the sun sets in the horizon, a priest walks through the graveyard. He takes his time admiring all the graves, flowers and candles people have lit up for their late loved ones.

As he makes his way into the graveyard he noticed a gravestone he hadn't seen before. Approaching the gravestone he studies it closer. It's a tall, worn and grey, almost blue looking. Three skeleton looking figures at the top points down to the name written. It says "here lies Betelgeuse" in big red letters with an arrow pointing further down. With a low voice the priest talks to himself.

"Hmm, I've never seen this grave before"

It certainly doesn't look new to him, and he would have remembered such a special gravestone.

"Who is Bet.. Beetlejuice?"

The priest scratches his head as he tries to pronounce the name. He hasn't seen or heard the name before.

"Beetlejuice.." He whispers.

He doesn't know anyone with that name. He would have remembered such a different name. As he turned to face the church and walk back he thought maybe the young nun might have an idea.

"Beetlejuice.. Maybe Y/n knows something about this grave"

Just a the priest started walking he heard a low rumbling sound from ground. The earth started to fall in on it's own in front of the stone, forming a big hole in the ground. Smoke started pouring out and a low menacing chuckle could be heard echoing. The priest watches in shock as a man swiftly flies up and lands infront of him. He stumbles backwards and trips. He's to stunned to even mutter a word. Staring at the man looming above him.

"Cat got yer tounge faaather?" A gruff voice draws out. The man from the grave grins down at the priest.

"Thanks for letting me out, started to get a bit boring in there ya'now."

The man chuckles and pulls the priest up from the ground by his hair. The priest gulps. Getting a proper look at the man he feels a chill down his spine. He's pale with big dark circles around his eyes. A 5 O'clock shadow. Moss and mold patches growing here and there. Static hair with a dusty green colour. An old worn suit with vertical black and white stripes. Taking a step back the priest manages to stutter a question.

"Wh..who are you, what.. are you..?"

The man snorts at him with a smirk.

"Never seen a dead guy? Hah! I'm a ghost. The ghost! The ghost with the most to be precise. And the name is the one you just called out"

He poked the priest in his forehead. The priest loses the colour in his face and takes hold of the rosary he has around his wrist. He's terrified and confused.

"Your name is B..beetlejuice..?"

Beetlejuice rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"Sky daddy won't help you here, but why don't you meet some friends of mine instead huh?"

Beetlejuice walks up to the priest and stands next to him. He grabs his neck and shoves him forward to the hole. The priest stumble forward gasping at the sudden shove. With a kick to the back the priest falls into the hole while Beetlejuice laughs in the background. Hearing a thump from the hole Beetlejuice grins and leans on one knee and yells into the hole.

"Greet the wroms from me wontcha father!?"

The priest can't even shout for help before he's covered in dirt, stones and grime. With his hands in his pockets and a big grin on his face Beetlejuice walks towards the church satisfied to finally be free again.

Inside the church you were preparing for the next days gathering. Tidying and setting everything up. Getting new candles for the altars and putting out sitting cushions for the people. Feeling satisfied with your work you walk up to the small staircase leading up to the main altar. You look up at the big golden cross with a carved sculpture of Jesus crucified on it. You softly kneel down on the lowest step.

"Oh, why do I feel like this. I'm a nun for christ sake."

You quickly put a hand to your mouth and look up at the cross in a small shock.

"Sorry Jesus" You whisper.

You weren't the most traditional nun, but liked to keep some of the religion and the respect because of the community in town. It was always so welcoming and warm for everyone, no matter who they were.

You even had some small tattoos and a couple piercings. Just small crosses on some fingers and thorned vines around your wrist and ankles.A couple piercings in your ears, one in your tounge and in both nipples. Even while wearing your nun attire you still wore fishnets and beautiful lingerie underneath. It made you feel so pretty.

But even for a nun who isn't so strick and doesn't believe in the traditional way, you couldn't help but feel dirty because of your thoughts. As you knelt there on the stairs you started to think again. Your thoughts running wild. You shook your head and wanted the dirty thoughts out. This wasn't the time and place for that. You couldn't keep thinking like that in church all the time.

When you heard a door open and shut you jumped a little. You didn't think that the priest would be back inside already. You stod up and turned around. You looked out towards all the benches. Looking for him. It was empty. Maybe he didn't come in? That was weird. You swore that you just heard him come in.

Just as Beetlejuice had walked in he saw a nun on the stairs in the middle of the church. He hid himself from her vision and observed her. Watching. Analysing. She's looking for the priest. He grins to himself. Watching her with a stern look. Perfect.

"Hm. Weird, maybe he forgot something?" You say to yourself. Then you get a weird feeling. Like you are being watched by someone. But.. you're alone.

You shrug and walk over to the confession both. You mark the side of the person that confesses as occupied. You sit down inside and wait for the priest to come back. You fiddle with the hem of your veil as you wait.

Hearing footsteps you breath out, gathering your thoughts a little. The door on the other side of the both opens and close. You hear the priest sit down. He clears his throat before he speaks.

"What bothers you on this fine evening sister?"

He sounded more coarse than usual. Maybe the cold breeze outside made his throat a bit sore? You sighed and looked down at your shoes.

"Oh, forgive me father for I have sinned. I keep having these awful dirty thoughts during gathering and while in church."

You wait for an answer. You really needed to get it of your chest and confine in someone you trust. You perk up when you hear him answer.

"What kind of dirty thoughts are bothering you?"

Beetlejuice smirks as he answers. Wanting to find out how he can take advantage of your confession. You sound like an angel. Look like an angel. He bets you feel and taste like heaven.

"I.. It's.. It's a bit embarrassing. I keep thinking about touching myself or to be touched by someone. I get this feeling. This need of wanting someone to want me. But it feels so wrong to have those thoughts and feelings in church. I don't know what to do anymore.."

You sink down a bit in your seat. Toes pointing towards each other. You squeeze your thighs together. Still having thoughts and can't stop them. Not sure what answer to expect. You feel so filthy sitting there. Having confessed how dirty your mind is inside. You jumped up when you heard him shuffle a bit and started to answer.

"Well, in that case.."

He paused.

Why did he stop?

It's silent.

You only hear your own breath.

Your heart rate quickens.

Then he speaks out with a slight chuckle to his voice. Sounding more coarse than before.

"Then why didn't you just say Sorry Daddy I've been a naughty girl?"

Your eyes are wide in shock. A slight blush to your cheeks. Did you hear that right? A priest couldn't possibly be saying something like that. Could he?

"Father, how can you say something like that?" You question.

You look at the wall separating the sides of the booth. Waiting you start to figet with the skirt of your attire. You feel anxious. Still, there is a weirdly good feeling about the sentence you questioned.

Click.

A quiet inhale.

The smell of smoke.

What? The priest doesn't smoke.

You are about to stand up, but stay put when the door opens.

You look up.

A strange looking man.

The cigarette between his lips makes a soft orange glow to his face. The smoke slithers up around his face. He eyes you up and down. Taking in every detail.You push yourself into the backwall trying to get further away. Wanting to hide away from his gaze.

He chuckles. He takes the cigarette with one hand and leans into the doorframe. Blowing a circle of smoke towards you. Beetlejuice has placed himself in a perfect position, traping you inside the booth. He's thinking. Considering what to do next. Putting the cigarette back between his lips he smirks. He breaths smoke out through his nostrils. Giving him a devilish and impressive look. You shake your head. You didn't want to think of him that way. As you steady your head again you feel a hand lift you chin up making you look at the man. He grins. You slap his hand away and move your head, but you can't even try to hide the way you blush. He has already noticed it.

"Want me as yer personal Jesus and give you the body of Christ?" He asks in a rough voice while grabbing his junk with his hand.

You try to look away. Feeling so embarrassed and not wanting your thoughts to take over. You clench the rosary hanging around your neck. Feeling a warmth growing. Your heart beating faster. Beetlejuice grabs your chin again and leans down. His face mere centimetres away from yours. You can smell and feel his smokey breath.

"Kneel. Like it's a prayer and I'll help you with those thoughts of yours."

He looks at you with a sly grin. As he leans up again he spits the cigarette out, but it disappeares in thin air as it lands. Gulping you kneel down infront of him. You don't have a choice. You look down at your thighs. Waiting.

Zip.

He opened his flyer.

Your eyes widen. Did he really want you to..? But you have never done anything like that,  not even to yourself. You didn't know how.

".. I.. Don't know how.." You muttered without lifting your head.

"Heh, then you'll learn how. Lift your head and open up."

Slowly turning your head up you see his cock. You get anxious about even fitting it in your mouth at all. It's a bit longer than avarage and got some decent girth to it. You hesitate to open your mouth, but comply out of fear of something worse.

"Now you get to suck on it like it's your favourite lollipop." Beetlejuice grins at the sight beneath him.

Placing your lips around the head of his cock you lightly suck on it. Feeling his cock twitch you jump a little. You hear him chuckle. As you continue you slowly take in more of his length. You start to set a pace you're comfortable with. He pushes the vail of your head and puts a hand in your hair. He groans softly. Burying his fingers in your hair as he leans his head backwards.

You start to feel a tingle between your legs. It feels.. good? Sucking his dick you feel yourself get gradually wet. Did you enjoy this? You felt so conflicted. So good, but so bad at the same time. He started to push your head faster, forcing you to pick up the pace. Your jaw becoming tired. Your eyes starting to tear up. Feeling saliva build up and drip out of your mouth. It felt so weirdly good. Your close your eyes and melt into the motion of sucking him of. Suddenly he pulls himself out with a pop. You breathe heavily. Opening your eyes again you see him jerk his cock.

"Here's some holy water for ya.. " Beetlejuice groans out as he comes on your face.

You quickly close your eyes and feel the warm trickling of cum landing all over your face.

"What a pretty mess. " He says with admiration in his voice. His voice sounded softer.

He pulls you up by your arm. You can feel him use the skirt of your attire to dry off your face. As you open your eyes you got a short glimpse of him looking so gentle. He looked so..charming. You couldn't believe that such a man could actually look handsome.

"What? Never seen a dead guy facefuck and cum on a nuns face before?" He spits out with a grin.

Your expression change. Shocked at what he just said.

Dead!?

Is he a fucking ghost?

Did you just suck off a ghost?

Feeling cold you take a step back. Not sure how to process the information you just got. But before you get as much as a word out he rips your attire open.Feeling the air on your body you try desperately to cover up. Your attire is completely torn. It's hopeless. He snorts at your try.

Slowly he looks you up and down. He takes in all the new details that had revealed themselves. You wore beautiful black lingerie. Fishnet stockings. Your rosary dangling between your breasts. The subtle shape the nipplepiercings gives out in the brah. Your tattoos. He never thought a nun could do that.

But you were different.

He liked it.

You look away, not wanting the attention. Suddenly Beetlejuice pikcs you up and puts you over his shoulder.Surprised by the act you try to wiggle and get down. You want to run. He slaps your ass to warn you. You make a sharp inhale at the sudden pain. But it didn't hurt as bad as you thought it would. You give up and just hang there with your arms crossed.You didn't understand where he was going. When you start to look around you notice how different things looks.The light from outside is dark red.  There's a ton of candles everywhere that you haven't put out. Not to mention lit any of them. You feel like the church itself has become deranged and darker somehow. Only lit up by the flickering glow of candles. Weird.

As you're put down again you recognise where you ended up. The main altar in front of the big cross. He sat you down on the altar. Shit. He's looming over you with a hungry look. Licking his lips as he puts his hand on each of your thighs. He maintains eyes contact as he moves. You quickly squeeze your tights together. A bit scared.

"Aw come on now. Spread your legs and show me the gate to heaven baby." He gives you a softer and more seductive smirk than before.

He leans in closer to your face. Your eyes betrays you as they give a quick look at his lips. You blush again at the thought of his lips. Catching the glimpse you got of his lips he puts a hand softly behind your head. He connects your lips in a surprisingly passionate kiss. You can't help but melt into it and close your eyes. He pushes his tounge into your mouth. Exploring every part of it. He tastes like earth. It feels like nothing you've felt before. You breathe heavily as you part your lips, your eyes fluttering open. He gently tries to push your thighs apart. You allow him but feel embarrassed to spread your legs this way. He slides a hand up your thigh until he reaches your panties. He gently rubs his thumb against you. He can feel how wet you actually are through your panties. Starting to pull them off you stop him. Placing your hand on his.

"I'm.." You can't finish the sentence.

Beetlejuice looks at you. He knows.

"I know you're a virgin." A soft and understanding voice. You didn't expect him to actually be a bit comforting. Or to even care. You look into his eyes and give him a soft nod.

"I'll start gentle. I promise."

He grins slightly. You felt a tingling sensation and butterflies in your belly from his words. He cups you cheek and gives you a soft kiss.After gently pulling your panties of he slides his thumb through your slick folds. He smirks at the view and feeling. Watching your reactions. You hold back a moan. Your eyes closed so you wouldn't feel so embarrassed. You feel him lean in next you your ear. His low gravely whisper making your back arch slightly.

"I'm gonna show ya why I'm known as the ghost with the most"

RDR2, Micha Bell

I know, I'm surprised it's not a Beetlejuice smut I wrote😳

Possible TWs: cursing, sexual tension, sex, piss kink.

"Miss Y/L/N. Would you come over here please?" Dutch asked as he saw you passing through camp. You stopped by thinking it would be something quick. Seeing Micah next to Dutch made you slightly frown. What was that scumbag doing there when Dutch had called you over. Micah watched you from under the brim of his hat. His gaze stuck on you. It was infuriating having him look at you like that. You focused your attention on Dutch to avoid Micah the best you could.

What you heard next made you internaly roll your eyes. Of course it had to be something to do with Micah. Why else was he hanging around Dutch. "Miss Y/L/N, I'm sending you and Mr. Bell here out to see if there is anything of worth at this big farm Hosea saw the other day." You were shocked. No, why would Dutch send you out with god damn Micah. The biggest asshole in camp. Micah stood there with his dumb smirk and his hands resting on his gunbelt. Hell no. You didn't want to go out working with this creep. You opened you mouth to protest, but were cut short as Dutch continued. "I'm sending you together to look like you're some sort of couple or whatever. To look less suspicious if you should get to close for their liking. Let me know if you see anything worth a job when you get back."

Dutch turned and walked away. Probably to read or think of more plans as he usually does. You turned your head back to Micah with a dissatisfied frown. Why? This man was a menace. Micah watched you and shot you that shit eating grin as he started talking. "Looks like me and you is doing some work for Old Dutch, missus Bell." Micah mocked you. Knowing damn well he's trying to get on your nerves. He patted your shoulder and chuckled as he passed you. Your cheeks felt hot. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Taking a second to brace yourself before joining him. This was going to be a long day.

You sat behind Micah on Baylock. He actually showed some sort of kindness when helping you get up. Probably the most he'd ever show to anyone. As the horse trotted away from camp, you noticed something you forgot about. Something that you were interrupted from doing when Dutch had called you over. You had to go. You hadn't relieved yourself since you woke up this morning. And now it's later in the evening. You cursed to yourself in a low whisper. It didn't help sitting on a horse either. All the ups and downs are not helping your bladder at all. You had unintentionally held a closer grip on Micah after you noticed you had to go. Micah registered your low cursing and the difference in your grip. With his usual sly voice, he asked you. "Say, you ain't getting scared back there, are ya? We have barely left camp." He chuckled and looked ever so slightly over his shoulder. You were taken by surprise at how he looked at you. The tone in his voice kept up the teasing asshole shtick. His voice sounded more annoyed, but his face told a different story. You just gave him an annoyed look and turned your head away. "No, Micah, I'm not fukcing scared." He chuckled at your reply. Smirking as he answered. "A little feisty today, are we? Maybe this trip won't be all boring then, sugarpie." You rolled your eyes. "Ugh." Why is he calling you sugarpie of all things. You knew he was trying to irritate me, but something about it felt kinda sweet somehow. Even for a guy like Micah. You shook your head and watched the landscape to distract yourself.

After a good while, you noticed the sun started to set. How far away was this place? You hadn't stopped once since you left camp, so you had never gotten the opportunity to get a second to yourself. You really had to go soon. It made you grumble softly. You squeezed your eyes shut. You weren't quite sure how long you would be able to hold it. For a second, you forgot who you were riding with and rested your head forward on Micahs back. He froze up a little. A bit surprised that you had even wanted to lean on him. He didn't mind someone like you leaning on him if he was honest. But then again, he had to stay focused. "Woah there, missy, you getting sleepy back there or what? This ain't no snooze cruise if you hadn't noticed." His slightly annoyed statement shook you up again. You let out an annoyed sigh and shot him a question back. "Are we there yet or what?" He scoffed and laughed. He liked how you replied. Made it more fun to poke at you. He liked being able to have some heated back and forth. "Boy do you have an attitude today, miss? I kinda like it." You got a slight chill sent through you. He only wants to get under your skin to annoy you, so you gave him a short reply. "Gross." Micah looked down at your grip round his waist. He grinned, knowing it was easy to poke at you right now. "Well, for someone who thinks I'm gross, you sure have got a good grip on me girly." You froze at his words. A pink blush krept into your cheeks. You hadn't even noticed. You were so focused on not wetting yourself. What could you possibly say to that. "That's..I'm just holding on so I won't fall." You tried hiding your stuttering. "Yeah, yeah, keep tellin yourself that. I ain't believing you." Micah slowed the horse down. The farm was pretty close now. He saw a small gathering of trees and bushes that would make a good place to scout from. You both got off the horse and looked over at the farm. You got your binoculars to get a good look. It was big. There was a lot of animals and diverse crops. The main house was big. Looked like a farm worth robbing.

Micah sighed and put his binoculars away. "Well, we should probably head back now. Dutch will probably be glad to hear what we have to say about this place." Micah saunters back to his horse. Being extra slow, almost waiting. You really didn't want to tell this man that you had to go. He'd probably make fun of you or humiliate you in any way he could. You didn't know how to make him wait or give you a second. You bit your lip, looking up to the sky. You closed your eyes as you sighed. You didn'thave many choices in his predicament. "Wait, I.." Before you could finish your sentences, Micah had turned around, pointing straight at you. "Hah, I knew it was something. You've been all silent and moody all day long. So what's the deal?" He walked over to you. He looked you up and down. Smirking as he waited for an answer. You backed up into a tree. Unable to go anywhere else. You raised your hands in front of you. In a swift and surprisingly gentle move, Micah had your arms pinned above your head. You looked at him a bit in shock. Your cheeks grew red, and you already felt embarrassed. He smirked, and his voice was low as he spoke. "Come on now, tell me what's been on your mind, doll. Tell old Micah what's bothering you."

You shut your eyes. His voice actually sounded nice like that. Not snarky or rude, but somehow more seductive? And the way he had grabbed your wrists. You had to squeeze your thighs together now. You felt a weirdly good pulsating sensation as you squeezed shut while holding in your piss. That's something you hadn't felt before. It actually felt a bit good. Micah took note of your body language, thinking you felt hot and bothered. What he didn't know was that you needed to relieve yourself. Badly. You started your sentence. "I..need to." Micah placed a hand on your cheek. His thumb rubbed softly against your lower lip. His gaze was hungry. You'd never seen him like this before. Being so gentle and seductive. It actually made him seem nice for a bit. As you looked at him and got another pulsating sensation. You whimpered. He grinned and slowly slid his hand from your cheek and down your body. Panic took over you. You couldn't hold it much more, and his hand was on its way down. "N-no, don't.. I gotta, I have to.." You struggled to speak with the preasur of needing to pee and the weird arousal from the tension that had risen. He paused and looked at you. He was slightly confused. That's when he connected the dots. You could see the change in his expression. His grin grew as he chuckled. He leaned close to your ear. A gruff whisper. "Mhmm, now I get it. You've gotta go, right? Been holding it aaall day, haven't you? And you didn't dare ask little old me to stop." You opened your eyes. As you softly nodded, you were flooded with embarrassment. How was this going to end.

You whimpered as he slid his hand down to your crotch. Cupping it as he watched you squirm. You were so close to letting go. Almost wetting yourself. You were sure it would start leaking if you didn't get to pee soon. "Let me. Just hold it a little longer, sugar." Micah gently opened your jeans. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back to hold it in a bit longer. He softly pulled your jeans and underwear down and got you to step out of them carefully. Tossing them to the side, he stepped in behind you and put your arms around the back of the tree. He held them with one arm. He leaned his head in close to your neck. You could feel his warm breath on you. You shivered and was hit by a new wave of the pulsating. Micah gently nipped and kissed your shoulder. You could feel drops of pee leaking out as you tried your best to hold it in. He used his foot and nugged your legs apart, spreading them out a bit. "You've known me for a while now, Y/N, I'm a nasty man, you know that. So be a good girl and piss for me." You didn't need a word more. You let go and felt the stream of piss escape you. The sweet feeling of release. You whimpered and almost moaned at the feeling. You rolled your head closer to Micahs. Your heavy breath and small sounds was like music in his ears. He watched as the golden fluid flooded out of you. How it loudly hit the ground.

As it stopped up and you felt the wave of relaxation hit you. Micah cooed in your ear. "Good girl, that wasn't so bad, was it?" You gently shook your head. Admiting that it had felt pretty good. He let go of your hand and pulled you around the tree to face him. He leaned you back against the other side of the tree away from your river of piss. He slid his hand down your belly and down to your crotch. He swiped a finger through your wet folds and found your sensitive nub. You held back a small moan as he started softly rubbing it with his thumb. He smirked and worked a finger inside you. Bending it in a way that would find your spot. As you whimpered, he chuckled. He leaned in and kissed his way from your shoulder to your ear. He nibbled at your earlobe before he spoke. "Look at you, such a needy little thing just for me. What do you think the other fellers back at camp whould day if the knew what a whore you are for ol' Micah, hm?" His words sent shivers up your spine and a flush of warmth to your belly. Your cheeks felt like they were burning up. As he pushed another finger in, you stuttered out his name. "M-icah.." It felt so good. Yet it felt so embarrassing that this pig of a man had made you feel so good. He'd never let you forget about this. At this point, you weren't sure you wanted to forget it either. He kept praising you between his nibbles at your neck. He sucked at your sweet spots and left marks. "That's it, come on now." You could feel yourself grow tighter around his fingers. Right before you could feel your release, he pulled away. You let out a sad moan at the sudden emptiness. Micah shamelessly rubbed at his crotch as he let out a low chuckle. He smirked as he looked at you. Oh, how he loved this moment. Making you a mess for him so easily. "You're my little ragdoll now and I ain't lettin you go sweet thing. You belong to me." He opened his pants just enough so his member sprung free. It was already leaking with precum and gently pulsating. He gave it a few slow strokes before he turned you around. He pused a hand on your back so you would lean forward and brace your arms against the tree. He teased your entrance with his tip, letting it soak in your juices. He lined himself up with your entrance. With both hands firmly on your hips he roughly pushed in with a groan. He stopped for a second as he bottomed out, saviouring the feeling of you around him. You cried out a moan weak moan. He had good girth and a fear length to him. Just as roughly as he had pushed in he set a good pace. Pushing in hard. He moved a hand to hold onto your hair. Your head leaned back making moans slip out easier. Micah like to hear all the noises you made. You felt his thrust getting sloppier as he let go of your hear to rub at your clit. As you queezed around him you could hear him grunt more. The pulsating sensation of release shot through you and your legs started shaking. Micha pushed deep and let out a growl. His grip strong enough to make bruises on your hips. You felt him pulsate inside you. He patted your ass as he pulled out and tucked himself away.

You had to lean on the tree so you could regain your balance again. Micah let you get dressed before he helped you up onto Baylock. As he urged Baylock into a trot he came with a comment and laughed. "I might have to ask Dutch to let me drag your sweet ass along more often."

Who the hell is out here loving JACK BAKER??? Cuz I need a word with you!!

We need some more Jack appreciation! This murderous goof of a dilf needs more love. I love him to bits honestly💕

I have writen one thing about him. I'm definitely gonna write more, and I'll try and get pics of him when I play Re7 again❤️‍🔥

That's all, bye bye

A quick turn of events, Part 2.

FemReader X Beetlejuice Mafia AU

Possible TW: smoking, alcohol, sexual interactions

Part 1 <-

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A proposition

The Don picked up his glass from the table. Taking a sip. He is calm and relaxed. His movements are elegant. Y/n shifts in her seat. A bit taken back at his offer. A proposition? What kind of proportion would he ever want to give her? She looked down at her hands that awkwardly laid in her lap. Picking up the courage to ask.

"What kind of proposition?"

She looked over at him. Feeling a bit uneasy for asking. He didn't make her feel uncomfortable. Quite the contrary, she actually felt an odd sense of security. He smiled and put his glas down. He broke the eyecontact as he stod up and slowly made his way towards the railing to look down at the crowd. One hand in his pant pocket. The other hand holding the cigarette. He snubbed it out on the railing and flicked it out into the club. He didn't care if it hit someone on it's way down. He's done much worse that fling a cigarette at someone. He had much bigger things to worry about than that. Not that it even matters.

"I watched you tonight. You are.."

He paused for a second. His mind working like a fine tuned machinery.

"..different."

He watched the crowd beneath. The way it moved and pulsed. How people acted. They where like ants to him. The reflection of the light dancing in his eyes. He turned around and leaned on the railing. He seemed serious but gave Y/n a smirk.

"So my proposition to you is to come with me. Stay with me. Let me care for you. Your needs. Your want. Your desires. You'll have time to adjust of course. All I ask is for you to be mine."

His tone was stern yet charming. He grinned. His gold tooth showing. The offer didn't seem threatening. It felt.. honest. Y/n felt the warmth in her cheeks at his words. A slight blush would have been visible in better lighting. But she was still left with confusion. Her mind started spinning. Not feeling like she was worth for anything like that. Why her of all people? She needed to process it. Think about what he offered. It was tempting. The apartment wasn't really much to brag about if she was honest. She like her colleagues, but not having to work sounded nice. And he was a really handsome man. Like devilishly handsome. Attractive in a whole new way she couldn't begin to explain. And he had been kind towards her so far. Not posing any kind of threat or violence. He observed her as she thought about his offer.

"So if I say yes I don't have to stay in my apartment, I don't need to work. I can still have some time to myself and go out. I just have to live with you and be yours?"

Y/n looked at him. Slightly nervous but more calm than earlier. She actually started to like the idea of his proposition. She waited for an answer. He nodded, smiling. Lighting a new cigarette and taking a drag. He let the smoke slowly out of his mouth. It slithered up. Smooth motions across his face before it disappeared up into the air. It looked so impressive, made him seen almost like a demon. In a very attractive way. He gently walked towards Y/n. Stopping a few steps in front of her. Looking down.

"All you have to do is say yes."

Y/n looked down at her lap. Looking for anything to hold her sight still on. She really wanted to say yes. But she couldn't get her words out. They where stuck in her throat. It felt so unreal. It all happened so fast. She had just been down with her colleagues. After her first week in a new job. In a new city. And now she's sitting here. In front of a mafia boss who wants her to himself. She tried wagering the positives and negatives. She was lost in thought. So lost that she didn't even notice him gently squatting down in front of her. A calm observing face. He gave her the time she needed. He took her hands and held them in his own. Careful. Comforting. Patient. She looked at him, soflty nodding. Her mind was made up. She managed to whisper out a single word.

"Yes."

It was as if his face lit up. A big grin spreading across his face. His eyes almost sparkling with joy. Both turned their heads as the door opened. It was Antonio coming back. One hand behind his back and the other holding the drink. The Don stod up with his arms out to his sides.

"Ah there you are Antonio! Great timing. Get over here with that glas this deserves a celebration."

He grinned as Antonio came closer. Blowing out a cloud of smoke. Antonio smiled softly.

"Congratulations boss."

He nodded towards the Don as he leaned down and handed Y/n her drink. He gave her a kind and knowing smile.

"Here you go miss. You won't regret your decision."

Antonio almost whispered the last part. He gave Y/n a quick wink that made her blush slightly. She hadn't noticed how similar they both looked. They had their differences of course. Antonio was a bit taller and looked a bit bulkier than his boss. Both had their own colour scheme. She put her glas up to her mouth as Antonio moved away. The Don placed a hand on Antonios shoulder and walked him over to the railings. Y/n could see them talking, but couldn't hear any of it. It was like watching a movie scene with only music in the background. She couldn't hear them at all. They where probably whispering. There couldn't be any other explanation. They where smiling. The Don smirked at Antonio and patted his shoulder. Then Antonio politely left. The Don then turned to Y/n with a broad grin. He walked forward and put a hand out for her to grab and stand up. She put her glas down before she put her hand in his and rose from her seat. He gently placed a kiss on her hand.

"Forgive my manners and let me introduce myself properly. My name is Lorenzo B. Geuse, but you can call me anything you like dear. May I ask what your name is doll?"

He had a seductive smile. His dark eyes looking at her. She could see how a desire grew in his eyes every second. Like he held something back. Waiting. Her cheeks where blushed. A shy smile grew on her face.

"My name is Y/n Y/L/n."

He grinned and softly put a hand on her cheek. His hand felt cold, but it quickly warmed up on her cheek. Odd but she didn't think any of it. He softly stroked his thumb up and down her cheek. Admiring her. She looked at him again. He was so close to her now. She could feel a warmth building inside. The tension in the air. Their eyes locked at each other. He didn't do anything to rush her. He waited for her invitation. When she leaned in for a kiss he got his permission. He kissed her back like he had longed for it. He put his arms on her back and held her closer. She melted into it and put her arms around his neck. It felt so good. Like she was free and whole. She hadn't noticed how she missed feeling wanted. Needed. Panting has they broke apart. They looked at each other with heavy eyelids. He started kissing down her neck. Feeling his way down with his lips. Finding every sweet spot that made her arch and moan softly. He turned her around, hands on her hips, pulling her close to him. She could feel him growing hard against her ass. He continued to explore her neck. His breath heavy on her. She leaned her head back on his shoulder. Panting lightly. She hadn't felt like this in a long time. It felt incredible. He sucked down on her neck leaving a few hickeys to mark her. She was his. Pulling away he pressed a kiss to her temple. His gravely voice pulling her back to consciousness.

"You're perfect doll face.."

He slowly moved his hand down from her hip, stopping at her thigh. Softly squeezing it. He could hear her uneven breathing. Smirking to himself. His fingers delicately curled to pull her dress up, revealing her black lace panties. He moved his hand to her crotch. Her breath hitched at his movements. His fingers gently stroked and pressed into the moist fabric. She never even noticed how wet she had become. How close she was to realise already from the tension alone. He gently rubbed circles in the area her clit was to give her the friction she needed. He observed her every response. Every reaction she had from his touch. As her breath became heavier and small moans formed he started kissing along her neck again. Using his tounge, lips and teeth. Her body started to tense up. He grinned into her neck and continued his work. She became louder as she was close. Her moans was like a sweet dessert to him. As she came her body froze up and she could feel the pulsating inside. He held her close and slowly stopped rubbing. A small whimper was the last sound she managed to make. As she relaxed he kissed her temple again. He picked her up bridal style, letting her rest against his chest. She felt so tired and happy. His voice was the last thing she heard before letting sleep take over.

"Let's get you home darling."