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Jeff the killer x reader - Shower spice - SMUT ONESHOT

SMUT FIC - MINORS DNI - both ‘characters’ used in fic are 20+!

and once again, Thomas Doherty is Jeff’s face claim...if you’re on my blog you know why (HARRY HOOK AND JEFF ARE THE SAME PERSON GODDAM-)

Inspired by all those ‘classic’ jtk x reader stories from back in the day

-backstory; Jeff had been stalking you and planning to kill you, but you captured his attention in such a way that he kidnapped you instead. You’ve been on the run with him for months now, moving from abandoned cabin to hotel every week. You’ve had many opportunities to just-run, but-something keeps you there. Maybe it’s the thrill of it all, maybe it’s the way he looks at you; as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. Maybe you had fallen victim to Stockholm syndrome, you didn’t know, but Jeff was getting very curious about your various habits-

“Finally” you muttered, stumbling into the pristine hotel room. you dropped your bag on the floor near the door and flopped onto the plush bed. After weeks of living on the floor of an abandoned mental hospital, Jeff had finally gotten a few credit cards to pay for a nice hotel room for the next week. “oh sweet mattress, how I’ve missed thee” you purred, petting the duvet dramatically as Jeff shuffled into the room, quickly closing the door behind him and locking it. Taking a deep breath as he looked around.

He nodded once, then got to work; looking for any hidden cameras that could rat him out or spy on you. You sat up, watching as he did the usual hotel routine. You had been on the run with Jeff for…what seven months now? You had been kidnapped from your, objectively, boring life for over half a year now…Time sure does fly. Jeff then turned, satisfied as he found no hidden cameras, and walked over to you, his callused hands grabbing your exposed arms and pulling you up; not as gently as you would’ve liked, and checked the bed. Because like hell would he be dealing with bed bugs.

When he found none, he nodded once and pushed past you to check the bathroom. He had been like this since you ‘joined’ him in this little…thing he was doing. Every place you hunkered down in was checked top to bottom, even if it was a hotel like this where even the air was cleaner than bleach.

You sat back down on the bed, basically twiddling your thumbs as you waited for Jeff to be done with the routine. Finally, he emerged from the bathroom, void of his sunglasses or face mask. “All clear” he muttered, voice raspy and deep like always. You nodded, watching as he walked over to his bag and kneeled next to it, starting to take a few things out before moving to sit on the bed next to you.

“I’m gonna take a shower” you muttered, quickly standing and going over to your bag, collecting the new shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and face wash you had bought with Jeff’s stolen money before your arrival at the hotel. You hadn’t been able to properly clean up for the last two weeks due to it being spent in an abandoned hospital so you were jumping for the opportunity to use an actual shower with hot water.

You looked back at Jeff, feeling his eyes on you. He was just simply watching you, not stopping you from taking a shower, not speaking, not even carving into the handle of his knife (which is what he usually did to relax/pass time). You blew air into your cheeks, releasing your breath slowly as you looked away and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You didn’t lock it, that just set him off as you learned from the first time you did that. He was a very paranoid man, even looking at him weird would make him panic, thinking you were about to turn against him.

You had only thought about doing that once, and you quickly stopped soon after watching him kill a man twice his size and strength. You turned on the shower, and got undressed as the water heated up. Jeff was an odd man, the only information you had ever gotten out of him was that he was 25 (26 now), had been ‘the killer’ since he was 13, you fascinated him for some reason, and he had a lot of enemies. Other than that, most of what you knew about him was from observing him. he was very skittish, but he was the most relaxed when close to you, he liked being close (which usually resulted in cuddling you), he had anger issues, had a naturally very warm body temperature, he was pretty quiet, loved the color red, had a major sweet tooth, and, again; was fascinated with you for some reason.

He was always watching you, studying you, as if you confused him. Many times you felt his callused hands on the back of your neck, pushing your hair out of its path, sometimes his hands would take yours, playing with your fingers in his bruised and scarred ones. Sometimes, when you had access to them, you would be reading a book and he would just sit there, watching you read. Sometimes you would read aloud and he would listen intently, eyes flickering between the book and your lips.

You felt like Jane under Tarzan's curious watch, you remember the first time you had referred to yourself as that. It was maybe only a month into the ‘adventure’; Jeff was bandaging up your hands due to you hurting the pads of your fingers and palm on a rough ladder during a rushed escape from an enraged homeless man. And for a long moment, after he tapped down the last bit of the bandage, he stared at your hands, which were just smaller and softer than his. He pressed his hand to yours, his lips just barely open with wonder; his eyes unable to leave your nearly intertwined fingers.

‘I feel like Jane’ you remembered thinking, being studied under Jeff’s intense and curious blue eyes. It was almost as if he hadn’t interacted with a human since…well since whatever happened to him happened, and you were probably right in that assumption. He could talk to others easily enough if the situation called for it, but it always felt forced and rushed, as if he just-wanted to stop being around them already. It never felt that way with you. With you; it was as if he wanted you by his side constantly, as if you were the only person worth his time and energy.

It was strange, you had to be honest, but…fuck. You sighed, ruffling your hair as you leaned against the bathroom wall. The fear you should’ve felt for him had long since disappeared, replaced by…an odd comfort? You didn’t even know anymore, clearly; you were suffering from some sort of Stockholm syndrome. You huffed the thought away, stepping into the shower and singing in relief as the hot water cascaded down your sore body. Just what you needed.

As you soaked your hair and body, you began to hum, your voice echoing through the walls and around Jeff, his eyes drifting back towards the bathroom. “never honest word~ but that was when I ruled the world~” he had always liked your voice, when it was quiet, when it was loud, when you spoke evenly, voice echoing nothing but a whisper of faith. It had been the first thing he noticed; it had been what turned his attention so rapidly from kill to observe.

He slowly stood, leaving his knife and carving knife on the bed as he stalked towards the bathroom, slowly opening the door to see you shielded by the shower door, still singing to yourself. He jumped as you suddenly yelped, staring at him through the foggy glass; “have you no shame” you grumbled, forcing your brain to ignore Jeff, he had done this before, back when you were a lot more…jumpy about him. he was just, curious, about what you were doing. He liked doing that, watching you; even if you were just doing your hair.

He liked studying your routines, even if they had been widely altered due to being kidnapped by him. “if you’re gonna watch me shower, might as well learn how to do it” you muttered sarcastically, in your last seven months with Jeff, you hadn't seen him shower once. Which didn’t make sense because the only time he smelled bad was when he came back from a spree or you were both unable to take any showers.

You heard Jeff hum, and you saw his figure start to move about, his hoodie going up and over his head “what are you-?” you were about to ask what the hell he was doing when the sliding door opened, and you quickly faced the shower head when Jeff’s pale body stepped through. you frowned after a moment, were those? You turned back around, furrowing your brows as you saw the multitude of burn scars covering his torso, starting from the middle of his neck and leading down to his thighs, his upper arms were scarred as well, along with his wrists and palms. You had heard long ago that he had been the victim of an attack from some school bullies, resulting in him being burned; somehow turning him into what he was today.

You looked back up, his icy blue eyes staring back at you. His hair was still up in that half ponytail he always wore “if you’re gonna shower with me,” you muttered, turning fully to him, no longer caring about your nakedness, he wasn’t in here to ogle at you, you could easily see that. You reached up, gently grabbing onto his hair tie, pulling his oddly soft hair free of the updo. “might as well do it properly.”

Jeff hummed, his icy blue eyes trailing your body. He felt a shiver go up his spine as you turned again, revealing your back, seeing the scars from his first attack on you still fading away. He reached out gently, tracing the faded lines with his bruised knuckles, smiling slightly as you froze and shuddered. “Don’t” you muttered, suddenly feeling like this experience turned much more sexual than you would’ve liked at the moment. Jeff just hummed again, but he obeyed and let his hand drop, watching you intently as you went through your usual routine. You were very glad this shower was big enough to easily fit the two of you, in fact, if you wanted; you could fit another person in here and still have elbow room.

You stared to wash your hair, glancing back at Jeff who was just watching you go through the routine. “what?” you muttered, turning away again and leaning over to get the underside of your hair. You shivered as you felt Jeff step closer, his body now under the warm run of the shower. He twitched as the water hit his scarred skin, it didn’t feel bad, he just felt it more than you did. He grabbed your shampoo and stared at it for a moment before pouring some into his palm. You had to hold back a giggle at his actions, man was really Tarzan in Jane's world. You were sure he knew how to shower; his hair would be a rat’s nest if he didn’t.

You had to hold back a snort as he stuck his head under the water, thoroughly getting his hair soaked before lathering up his shoulder-length hair. You watched as his eyes closed, because who wanted soap in their eyes? You remembered most of the reports on his profile said he had no eyelids, but you guessed it was an exaggeration since he very clearly had eyelids. They did always seem…extra wide when he was in a manic episode, so you supposed that attributed to the ‘Jeff the killer has no eyelids’ thing.

As Jeff washed his hair, you rinsed your first shampoo out, making sure there wasn’t a single sud left before grabbing your shampoo and pouring the smallest amount in your palm “you do it twice?” you jumped at Jeff’s voice, almost smacking yourself in the face with the shampoo bottle. You looked at him and shrugged “yeah? I dunno just…I dunno” you didn’t want to explain how the first run got all the grime and dirt out, and the 2nd was to actually clean. At least that’s what you told yourself it did, your hair always lasted much longer doing two runs of shampoo instead of just one. (basing this off my hair so if ur hair doesn’t work like that, just go along with it, this is fully self-indulgent)

Jeff just hummed, rinsing out his hair as you lathered up your hair, the small amount of shampoo going a long way. After Jeff finished you stepped forward, rinsing out your hair again then grabbing your conditioner, making sure to get every crook and cranny in your hair and finger combing out the knots. As Jeff copied your actions you grabbed the body wash, lathered up the complimentary loofa (which was pre-packaged thank god), and started to wash your body.

You ignored Jeff’s eyes on you, continuing to scrub down your body which was covered in dirt and grime from sleeping on a grody floor. you grunted slightly as you tried to get your back, only able to get just behind your shoulders and the small of your back. You sighed, mostly giving up on properly washing when you felt the loofa being gently pried from your fingers, you shivered as Jeff washed your back, one of his calloused hands resting on the nape of your neck as he washed your skin in small circles.

This felt, so oddly intimate. In all your months by his side, with everything Jeff did, nothing had ever felt like this. He had cuddled you, played with your hair, played with your fingers, traced the scars on your back with his knuckles, cradled your face, and many other things. Nothing had felt like this. You cleared your throat as his hands left your body and you took the loofa again to clean your private parts quickly; hoping Jeff wasn’t looking. But he was rinsing out his hair, and you rose your brow “you ain't gonna wash your body?” you asked quietly and Jeff shook his head, pointing at your body wash.

“skins too sensitive for your stuff” he muttered and you nodded slowly “ohhh…okay yeah makes sense” you muttered with a gentle laugh, tracing his scars with your eyes, mentally marking where the harsh pink burns ended and where his tight pale skin started. You had always wondered how his skin felt, was it like leather? Soft? You remembered one time your brother burned the bottom of his arm on your dad's grill and his skin was baby smooth. You gently reached out, your fingers just barely touching his scarred bicep. Jeff tensed but didn’t stop you, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. He watched you trace the pattern of his burn scars, your eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“fuck, you’re so cute” Jeff muttered, unable to be heard above the cascading water. He took your hand, guiding it to his chest, his heart beating wildly under your fingers. You stared at it for a moment before looking up at his face, lips parting as his icy blue eyes stared back; that icy blue somehow melting into a soft and warm ocean. His pupils were nearly taking over his entire iris, you flushed when you remembered what that usually meant. ‘when you look at someone you are romantically or sexually attracted to, or simply hold them close to your heart, your pupil will dilate due to an increased amount of hormones going through your brain.’ You remembered your health teacher saying all those years ago in freshman year.

You swallowed harshly, looking away towards the showerhead, feeling your body shiver for attention. You pushed away the thought that it could be because of Jeff, and forced yourself to think it was because you pavlov’ed your body on accident. See-before Jeff had taken you; you had an extra little routine to go with your shower days.

You would well…masturbate, and your body had started to respond to that every time you started to get out of the shower, and now it was doing it again. And god was it doing it at the worst possible time. You clenched your thighs together, hoping Jeff wasn’t paying attention to the rest of you, only for his rough hand to lay on your waist, his fingers splayed out against your skin. “Either you’re uncomfortable” Jeff grumbled into your ear, and you felt your entire body shudder, and you knew then it wasn’t just your body being used to doing stuff after you showered. Fuck you were actually attracted to Jeff the fucking killer.

You were definitely under some sort of spell or some shit because; body what in the actual fuck? Being attracted to the dude who kidnapped you? But fuck you couldn’t deny he was-…shit he was attractive, in his own weird way. His jaw was harsh, as if it was cut by a diamond. His nose was pointed and sloping gently off his brow, his eyes were bright and practically gleaming, and hell even his body; it was very toned and just past the point of being lanky. Shit, you were attracted to Jeff. Even his grotesque smile didn’t take away from his natural look.

Didn’t help that he had a nice butt….what he had a nice butt?! Bitch you’re reading the jtk x reader smut not me (says the author whose writing jtk smut…okay sorry for the break in immersion I promise this is the first and last time, I won't be one of those authors) you came back to reality as Jeff continued to grumble into your ear, his fingers trailing up the curve of your spine. “or you’re feeling things you think you shouldn't”

He never talked this much, never in all your months together had you heard his voice string this many words together in a short amount of time. Usually, it was short sentences or just, nothing at all; only a wave of his hand or roll of his eyes. His voice was always the same as well, deep and raspy, with a slight roll to his tongue. Now it seemed to get even deeper, the roll enhanced and the rasp turned husky. You looked up at him, feeling your breath stop at how close he was. His nose was nearly bumping into yours, his now warm ocean blue eyes glancing between your eyes and lips.

You felt another shiver go down your spine and you swallowed harshly as Jeff chuckled from the feeling, his soaked hair slightly curtaining the side of his face as he leaned closer. You quickly dodged his face and stuck your head under the water, closing your eyes and holding your breath as conditioner and water cascaded down your face and back. You froze as you felt his hands on your waist, his chin moving to rest on your shoulder, you could feel the scars on his cheek ghosting against your jaw. “if you don’t want me like this, just say it; I may be a murderer, but I’m not a monster” he whispered, and it suddenly, you didn't care anymore.

He was obviously attracted to you, he wouldn’t have taken you otherwise, you were…unfortunately, attracted to him. you were horny, he was interested in you to be that way himself; you could feel an odd hardness against your back. Besides, it's not like anyone would ever find out. You turned, gasping at his closeness, feeling his hands move up slowly, so slowly it made you shudder, his thumbs grazing your breasts as he moved to cup your face with his rough hands.

He studied your face as his hands explored, soon one of his thumbs found your bottom lip, slightly pulling at it when he went to take your chin. You swallowed again, closing your eyes as he leaned in, and it felt like a gunshot went off in your chest as his ruined lips pressed against yours. His breath hitched wildly as he felt you against him, his other hand moving from your cheek to your waist, bringing you even closer to him as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, moving his lips against yours in a new dance.

He had never kissed anyone, he had been kissed yes but, he never made that first move, nor did he usually respond to the kiss. So he never counted those kisses. To be the one making that first move, was thrilling, he loved it. He…he thinks he loves you (or at least the idea of you), he pulled away for breath, his body zinging with electricity as you gasped, face flushed and hands pressed to his chest, your eyes dilated like his. He made a low sound in his chest and he kissed you again, pushing you against the wall, his back getting hit with the water.

You felt his hardening dick against your hip as his tongue licked your bottom lip, you whimpered as you let him in, feeling his tongue against yours as his hands cupped your face. He groaned, a strange heat flowing through his body as he finally did what he had been imagining for several months now; he had been wanting to kiss you for so long and now he was finally doing it, and you were kissing back. He thinks he might combust.

He pulled back again, moving to caress your chin and jaw with his teeth, finding the slope of your neck and sucking your skin into his mouth, his warm tongue tasting your freshly washed skin. You let out a small huff, slowly reaching up to curl your hands into Jeff’s hair, the soaked strands threading through your fingers. Jeff chuckled at the feeling, his hands trailing down to rest on your hips, pulling your body into his. You gasped as his hardened dick pressed against your belly, and you shivered; looking at him with wide eyes as he pulled away, admiring the large hickey he had left on your neck.

He looked into your eyes, a soft smile on his chapped lips before he kissed you again, devouring you. You melted into him, no longer fighting against your body’s wishes. His toned arms fully wrapped around you; his scarred hands pressed against your shoulder blades as he molded you to him. he let instinct take over, moving his hands down your back and around your hips, his thin fingers trailing around the lips of your vagina. You whimpered at the feeling, having never felt anyone’s touch down there other than yours.

He pulled away from your lips, leaning down to kiss along your shoulder, taking the curve of your shoulder that led down to your chest into his mouth and licking at it, humming against your skin as your nails gently scratched at his nape. “Jeff” you whispered and he shivered, his finger dipping into the folds of your vagina, groaning as he felt how soaked you were. Your breath hitched as his rough finger rolled against your clit, pulling back the hood and rubbing against the sensitive nerve. “fuck” you muttered, rocking your hips into his hand, moaning softly at the feeling of him.

He pulled away from your shoulder, watching you with dilated eyes, his lips parted open slightly. His finger dipped lower, testing the waters as he pushed a thin finger into your entrance. “ah!” you jolted in his arms, your head dropping between your shoulders as Jeff continued to finger you. It was unsure, as if he had never done it before, but it felt so good. “Jeff-fuck” you muttered, gasping as his long finger pressed into your g-spot.

Jeff growled as the water beat into the back of his head, it was getting annoying as it forced his bangs into his eyes, blocking you from his vision. He pulled away, taking a deep breath to control himself as you whimpered at the loss of his touch. He turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and quickly dried off, tossing another towel to you as you shivered from the loss of hot water. “Bed. Now” he grumbled, and you stumbled out of the shower, nearly tripping over yourself If you hadn’t caught Jeff’s arm. He pulled you back up, gently pushing you out of the bathroom as he tried to towel dry his hair.

You swallowed harshly as you stepped back into the main room, were you actually going to do this? Were you actually going to have sex with the man who kidnapped you…yes-yes you were…and fuck you were kinda excited. You felt heat rush through your body as you set the towel on the bed, just below where your hips would be and ending just above your head. you turned as you heard Jeff walk towards you, flushing as you saw his fully erect dick, his eyes dark and his body ready to pounce.

He licked his chapped lips, stepping so close you could feel his heartbeat, his rough hand trailing up your body to rest on your neck, not squeezing, just lying there. “lay down” he whispered, in that deep voice that suddenly sent shivers through your body, and made your soaked cunt pulse with want. You carefully laid down, your hair soaking the towel below it. Jeff leaned over you, his scarred body practically overtaking yours. “just a small question before we start” Jeff muttered, his hand once again lining your vagina, just barely above the crevice where you wanted him most. “are you a virgin?”

You were about to nod, but you paused. Would you count as one? You had never had sex before, you were a virgin in that term, but you had been penetrated before, by a dildo; but you still haven’t actually had sex with another person in your 24 years of life. So you shrugged, not knowing how to explain it. Jeff just chuckled, tilting his head curiously “is that a yes or no? because your answer depends on how I play with you.” you shivered at the implication, but you sighed, drawing your hands up and running them across his scarred upper arms.

“I’ve-never had sex with anyone, but-I have…used toys, so technically yes and no?” you said it like a question, since well, you really didn’t know how to define it. Jeff just hummed “So you’ve never done it, but you have with yourself?” you paused, then nodded; that made total sense. “yeah, exactly” you chuckled, closing your eyes as you did. Jeff stared at your smile and leaned down to kiss you again, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth as you squeaked from the sudden intrusion of his lips. “good, because I have no fucking clue what I’m doing”

You suddenly burst into laughter, covering your face as Jeff stared down at you, shame bubbling in his chest “I’m-I’m not laughing-at-at you” you giggled, reaching and cupping his face, leaning up to kiss the corner of his lips “just the way you said it, promise” Jeff slowly relaxed, slowly lowering his body till he nearly lay on top of you, his chin resting on your chest. You rose your brow, curious about what he was doing until you felt his hand slipping between the folds of your vagina again, gasping as his fingers played with your clit.

“shit-Jeff” you gasped, head falling into the towel as Jeff leaned down, sucking your nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his tongue and teeth, humming at your body's response to his actions. He could practically feel your heartbeat, going so fast he would compare it to a hummingbird. It felt so odd to have someone else be touching you like this, it felt 100x more intense than any toy you had ever used.

It didn’t help that it was with someone who could turn around and kill you with just one wrong word from you. But-that just made it more exciting. You held his shoulders, nails digging into his scarred back as he switched to your other nipple, his hand dipping even further until he slipped his finger back into your vagina, your warm walls showing no resistance as he pumped the thin digit in and out; curling his finger as he did so. You lifted your leg, bumping his hip a bit which made him brush against the sheets, shuddering as he moaned around your breast.

He inserted a 2nd finger into you, sitting up to watch his fingers disappear into your soaking cunt, his fingers were dripping with you, after a few moments of watching you squirm and moan, he added a third finger, shivering as you gasped, your walls stretching around him. fuck he just wanted to take you so badly. To ruin you as he had planned from the start; only differently. Jeff leaned down and kissed the space below your chest, pulling his fingers out and going to line himself up with you when you stopped him, hand pressing to his chest “wait, even if I am fucking soaked it’s not gonna feel good dry” you muttered, shifting on the bed until Jeff’s hips rested in front of your face.

He stared down at you, confused until you took your hand and palmed your soaked cunt. When you felt you had enough you took that hand and grabbed Jeff’s cock, smirking as he let out a choked grunt “shit, (y/n)” he muttered, moaning as you swirled your hand around his shaft, watching his face as you started to stroke his cock. You bit your lip, feeling just your hand wasn’t enough anymore, and decided to go old-fashioned. You licked the tip of his dick, unable to keep your laugh down as he gasped, his hands snapping forward to cradle your head.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you took Jeff’s cock into your mouth, your tongue trailing on his shaft as Jeff croaked, gasps and groans pushing out of his chest as you sucked his cock. When you felt it was slicked up enough from your spit, you pulled off, gasping for breath as Jeff’s hand gripped your head tightly. you glanced up at him, smiling at his expression. His eyes were screwed shut, his mouth parted open as he tried to regain his breath, his cheeks a delicious red. “Jeff” you whispered, laying back down and spreading your legs, smirking as his bright blue eyes snapped open, swallowing harshly as he looked down at you, his jaw trembling at the sight of your soaked cunt ready for him.

He nearly growled, leaning back over your body and lining up with your entrance, gasping as his head pushed into your cunt. You groaned, legs going up and around his hips as he slowly pushed in, nearly collapsing from the feeling of you contracting around him. “shiiiit” he huffed, his head hitting your shoulder as his arms nearly gave out. “shit-shit shit fuck, fuck you feel so fucking good, so fucking warm and wet for me, fuck” you moaned at his dirty talk, trailing your nails up his sensitive back as he bottomed out, his balls pressing against your ass as he did so. “fuck-I don’t wanna leave, ever, I’m gonna fucking stay right here, inside you, fuck I wanna fuck you forever” he whispered, not really talking to you as you hummed.

You had never felt so full before, in all the toys you used, none of them had ever felt like this, this good, this filling, this real. You shuddered as Jeff’s hips moved slightly, pulling out the tiniest bit before pushing back in; he was testing the waters, feeling you for as long as he could. It hit you then, you were having sex with Jeff the killer. You were having sex with the man who kidnapped you. And goddammit it felt too damn good to really care, you panted as Jeff slowly started to move, your pussy making a slick sucking noise as he pulled out, chuckling as Jeff gasped at it.

“sweet thing, so fucking tight and wet around me, you were fucking wanting this so badly, weren’t you?” he growled and you full body shuddered. oh shit, you did not expect any type of nickname from him, at all. Then again…hadn’t he called you that before? all those months ago? The night he took you; sweet thing, he said, just barely a whisper, his hand over your mouth and the other on your waist, cradling you to his body. You had been too scared to move, too scared to make a sound. And now you were willingly under his body, taking his-fuck-his long and thick cock, your pussy accepting him like he was made to be there.

You felt all your air leave you as Jeff rammed back into you, setting a slow and tortuous pace. “shit-fuck” you cursed, one hand scrambling to curl into Jeff’s damp hair, tugging it as he fucked you slowly and deeply. “Je-“ you gasped, back arching as his hips rolled into you, the dip of his cock grazing against that spot “-ffffffuck”

Jeff couldn’t believe how good this felt, he had watched a lot of porn and seen a lot of people in the middle of sex before he killed them and he always assumed it felt good. Why else would people do it? It's like him killing, he wouldn’t do it if it didn’t give him that rush. But god fucking dammit, you felt so good, you beat his hand by 1000 miles, your mouth, your hands, your cunt, shit they all felt so damn good around him. he kept choking on his breath as he fucked you steadily, the obscene sound of his cock dragging in and out of your soaked pussy was putting him in a trance, and he just wanted to fuck you harder, deeper, fuck he wanted to cum inside you and keep you.

Forever “fuck-I’m never letting you go, shit-sweet thing-“ he grunted and moaned as he fucked you nice and deep, pulling his head up to see your eyes nearly shut in ecstasy, sweet little gasps spilling from your lips. He kissed you, invading your mouth with his tongue as he did. He pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours, breathing into your mouth “you’re never getting rid of me-I’m never leaving you, you’re mine. Mine. Mine.” You moaned loudly, scratching down his back, sending sparks down Jeff’s spine. It was painful, but it wonderfully mixed with the overwhelming pleasure he felt; so it simply made feeling you so much more intense.

You could feel your orgasm rising, and quickly, and you choked on your breath as you tried to tell Jeff that as he fucked you deep with his thick cock. “I’m-jeff-I’m fuck-cum-“ he chuckled, raspy and deep, kissing you deeply as his free hand went in between your bodies and began to play with your clit, your back arching into him in reaction and you felt the coil snap, waves of pleasure washing over you like lava. Your skin felt like it was on fire as you came, your cunt clenching around Jeff as if it was a python and he groaned at the feeling. He fucked you harder, his skin against yours making a wonderful sound as he chased his relief.

“fuck-your-shit-your cunt gets so fucking tight when you cum-fuck you feel. So. Fucking. good.” he slammed into you with each pause in his words, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as he felt his own orgasm building up, his body sparking with undyeable heat. “shit-I’m-fuck-I’m gonna fucking cum, I’m going to fuckin’ cum inside you, so fuckin’ deep; get you all knocked up, keep you forever” you gasped, another orgasm quickly rushing over you at his words.

Shit, you couldn’t deny that was hot as fuck to imagine, unfortunately for Jeff, you were on birth control ”do-do it” you gasped out, arching back as Jeff groaned, his hips sputtering as he fucked you to find his relief “-s-safe. Inside, cum” Jeff nearly croaked as he came, his eyes fluttering as he held you close, his hips slowly coming to a stop as he fill you. You let out a shuddering breath at the dim feeling of him cumming inside, shit-fuck that was so much hotter than you ever thought possible. you had been wanting to do that forever, but no one had really ever shown interest in you; at least till Jeff came around.

You giggled breathlessly, your first fuck and first creampie was with a serial killer…you were definitely fucked in the head by now. Jeff collapsed, his full body weight falling on top of you and you grunted. “you’re heavy” you muttered, pressing your lips to his shoulder as he breathed heavily, his rough fingers caressing your sides. You wiggled slightly at the sensation “that tickles” you laughed, licking your lips as Jeff looked at you, his eyes still soft and warm. He kissed you, and it felt like the first one in the shower, unsure, soft, and unbelieving; as if he felt like this was all a dream.

“go to sleep” he whispered as he pulled away, and you realized it was really, really, late. You glanced at the digital clock, letting your body relax even further when you saw the time. 2:25 am. “damn” you muttered, letting your eyes fall shut as Jeff slowly pulled out, moaning softly as he thrust twice more, and then completely pulled out; watching as his cum dripped out and down from your swollen cunt. “fuck” Jeff whispered, running his hand through his damp hair.

He had to clean you up. He couldn’t just leave you lying there, full of his cum and without a blanket. He got to work, finding the softest washcloth he could within the hotel room and getting it damp with warm water, gently cleaning the inside of your thighs, mentally praising you for putting the towel down earlier so his cum caught on that instead of the sheets. He used another damp cloth to clean the rest of your body, using a cold cloth for your face. He kissed you gently, watching you for a moment as you fell asleep, a small satisfied smile on your pretty lips.

Yeah, he was never going to let you go, he would die before you left his side. He would have to; he would destroy the world for you; he would kill himself if you asked. It wasn’t healthy at all, but he was a serial killer, he didn’t care. he kissed you again and dug through your bag for your sleep clothes, finding them after a moment and then getting you dressed without waking you up.

After you were tucked in, Jeff got dressed, wearing a simple tank top and sweatpants, glancing out from the window into the sleeping city he had ended up in with you. Tomorrow, tomorrow he would go have fun, for now, he would stay by your side and keep you safe. He settled next to you in the queen-sized bed, curling up with you in his arms, and for the first time, you snuggled into him, cheek pressed against his chest.

Jeff smiled, unable to help the fluttering feeling in his chest. He kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes, finally getting a good night's rest after two weeks in an abandoned hospital where anyone could stumble upon you.

-end-

…ye…this has been in my brain for about a month now, enjoy my stupidity.

am i lowkey becoming a Jeff blog? i love my man Harry but...Jeff is really just a variant of him...oh god im slipping back into my creepypasta phase, except this time i have creative abilities~ and no one can stop me~ (not like anyone is trying either)

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