You excite me (Jeff x male reader)

Married

"Jesus dude..."

I left the room quickly rubbing my neck, he had got me a horny mess with all that neck kissing. It feels like I'll ravish him if I were to just let him do that. Gross
I turn the sink on using a few different things to try to get the blood out of the white hoodie. Out of all colors, why would he choose white? He's a murderer for Christ's sake.
He came out of my room holding the shirt with a grin. He knew what he was doing and he was doing it well.

"Put the damn shirt on Jeff..."

"Make me~"

I felt my body heat rise as I turn to him with the heavy, wet, white hoodie in my hands. I was gonna beat the shit outta him. I bunch up the hoodie swinging it at his face. He struggled to stay balanced pulling it off him.

"Dude it's still wet, and stained-"

"Put on the shirt and I'll fix it!"

He rolled his eyes doing as he was told wiping his face, for the first time I saw it without so much blood on it. Yeah, the cuts on his face were red but they weren't bleeding.

"Does that hurt?"

he looked at me raising an eyebrow, he clearly didn't know what I had meant.

"The cut on your lips- jaw- cheeks?"

I didn't know what to call it, the opening in his mouth.
He shrugged messing with it with his finger.

"Not really, hurt when I did it though."

"You did it to yourself?"

He nodded opening his mouth wide letting me see the cut, it was stringy some parts I could see straight into his mouth and the others were a thin layer of skin left to keep his jaw from falling off. I couldn't help but shiver, it pained me to see- what if he bit his cheek when eating- or what if he laughed too hard?

"Why did you?"

"Makes me look sexy"

I sighed at his response knowing he didn't want to talk about it. Or he didn't have a reason and just did it because he's insane-
He walked closer to me the shirt I gave him fitting him perfectly. It was fitted on his frame and didn't hide his body shape.
He handed me the hoodie I put it back into the sink where my hands felt warmth again.

"I'd rather borrow one of your hoodies..."

He laid his chin on my shoulder watching every movement in my body with wide eyes, I creepy feeling came over me when I heard his breath hitch.

"I like how you smell..."

He tightened his grasp on my torso licking his lips.

"Well then you can fuckin borrow one of them, I'm still gonna clean this though."

The fearful feeling didn't stop, in fact, it became overwhelming. It was like a switch he could flip when he wanted his aura to be pressed onto people.
We both flinch feeling my phone buzz. I flip it open reading the message.

"Who is it?"

I stay quiet reading the message itself. Putting the phone up to his face he stays quiet for a minute.

"Youll have to read it to me, can't really read well"

"You leave me notes though-?"

"I said I can't really well."

My mouth makes an oh shape as I put the phone back down to my face.

"It's Dad- he says he'll be back home tonight for a bit to give me money for groceries and allowance."

"Can't I stay with you?"

I stay quiet for a bit closing the phone putting it back into my pocket and continuing to wash the hoodie. The stains took a bit to come out but they faded.

"Maybe next time a black hoodie would be better."

He groaned breathing in my smell.

"I'll have to leave soon."

I nod in agreement turning around to face him.

"You gotta come back by tomorrow though, for the movie."

He nods cupping my cheek leaning in for a kiss. I block it with my hand kissing the back of my hand where his lips would be.
He smiled walking to my room leaving through the window. It was a bit early for him to be leaving but he most likely had people to kill.
Nothing I could do but shower and make dinner for Dad. After I was done I stare at the hoodie air drying. He left without a jacket, I groan rubbing the bridge of my nose.

I gather my dirty laundry and put it in a bag walking down to the dry cleaners right by the apartment complex. I put quarters into the washers and dryers plugged in my headphones listening to music while waiting.
The music made my breath feel light, my chest felt more clean and I could feel my mood improving by the line the people sang. Every best I tapped my foot to every ending of a song I clicked another to play.

I knew I was being watched by for knows who, but it was a public area and I was way too wrapped up in the songs to care. This was ok, I enjoyed this alone time by myself.
Once the machines were fully done cleaning my clothes I headed back to the house. I made sure my ears were alert for any creepy people's sounds. Once I got back home I saw Dad setting the money down on the kitchen counter.

"Dad! Hey!"

He smiled at me as I hugged him.

"How are you bud?"

We sat and chatted for a bit but after an hour or so of eating dinner and laughing he had to leave once again. It felt like I owned this house by myself. At least he made an effort though, unlike zanders parents, speaking of zander.

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Hey dude? How r u?

Doing good, working on school work- you?

Dad just stopped by 2 give money! I was just thinkin abt u!

Oh got a crush?

U would never know!
Lol! I feel honored~

Let's get married it would settle the deal

I'll have to ask my attorney

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